My Shadow Poem by David Taylor

My shadow follows everywhere
in bright light, he is clearly there,
but in the dark I see him not.
He is still there, I know,
that shadow that will not go.

My shadow follows everywhere
when I walk or just stand and stare.
Shaded from the loving light,
how do I know that he is there?

My shadow follows everywhere
sometimes forgotten, he is still there.
Always hiding from the light,
that shadow that is never bright.

My shadow follows everywhere
on the street and on the stair.
And most strangely, I declare,
I would be worried if he was not there.

My shadow follows everywhere
whist in this body, I mind my cares.
But in the strongest, inner light,
I find my shadow disappears.