Shadow Of A Man Poem by Bradley Smith

The sun shone down on the shadow of a man
The man had whiskey in his hand.

He was part of a band, and with his shadow he would play.

Drinking away this fine and sunny day.

His music
Like the grass
Was all dried up.

Looking down at his shadow
His dark figure holds a cup.

Wishing it was words on his tongue
Those days now though seem undone.

So it's Liqour on his lonely lips
His shadow now his only friend.

And while everyone else he has known is now gone
The man with his shadow feels right at home.

The shadow and him.
His friend till the end

This is the shadow of a man