The only thing I can really say is mine
Sticks to me like glue never out of line
From morning till night always in tow
Do we really need it, I mean a shadow.
My shadow and I are extremely close
To be without I can't begin to suppose
When I fall down my shadow does too
Both at the same time it knows what to do.
It's always the same story wherever I go
Can't get away from my lingering shadow
I accept it now as one of those things
The echo of movement the comfort it brings.
At times with my shadow I love to dance
I invite my girl we take up a stance
To dispense with some of the boredom
Our shadows help to make up a foursome.
My clinging shadow so friendly and true
Performs all the movements just as I do
The day will come when I take my last ride
My dear shadow will remain by my side.
A highly entertaining and original poem. I enjoyed this very much. It was very witty and pleasing to the ear. I think I'll shadow it into my favourites' list!
Beautiful piece, I sense a content depth and sadness at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifuly done. I enjoyed it is the McCoy an original piece