The Shadow In My Cradle Poem by John Sensele

The shadow in my cradle-a loyal lieutenant-beside me
Whether I stand or fall
Escorts me with glee by the sea
To cajole my claims, to hear my calamity call.

The shadow in my cradle-a faithful friend-bears my pain
Whether I lie, fly or cry
Escorts me with confidence into my crazy crane
To condone my craze, my gaze, my phrase though laminae look awry.

The shadow in my cradle-indefatigable investor-lends me his shoulder
Whether I sleep or snore
Escorts me with pride to the bravery border
To assure me I ain't a bottom brain bore.

The shadow in my cradle- Cupid's conspirator-salutes my sparrow
Whether I stumble or ramble
Escorts me with compassion to my bliss burrow
To plead with plaintiffs and motifs that dignity and desire disassemble.