Shadow
What ever you do it is compelled to do too
You stand it stands you bow it bows
grow and it will grows
climb it climbs
fall it falls but it can not go upon a wall
It can not enter a dark room with you
when darkness comes light has to go too
Then there is nothing else to show
Nothing can be seen not anything you can do
You go away it does to
This is true
It is only a reflection of you
Copyright © Gloria Benton | Year Posted 2010
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