My Shadow Poem by Gary Halsey Sr.

Have you ever wondered,
why do shadows appear?
Are they an extension of my body,
Are they something to fear?

It follows me around, from day to day,
but never says a word,
What good is it, why is it there?
I think it is absurd! !

Do I look like that? This copycat!
It really gets on my nerves,
but every time I duck or dodge,
with me it always swerves.

What’s if for? What is the score?
Why do we have these things?
Never fear its always here,
silent and it never sings.

I tried to hide mine on a shelf,
but it rolled right off of there,
So in a bucket, I tried to tuck it,
But it still follows me everywhere!

Does it have a name, is it the same,
as mine....I’m sure its not!
So I think I’ll name it,
my friend, my shadow...Sir Lancelot! !

Now you might think, I’m a little nuts,
I understand....and it may be true,
But for this dark figure following me,
At least I’ll never be blue! !