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Shadows Are My Past            

When I was three   or three and a half,
It was a long way down the hall.
Life was food    and soapy baths,
Towelled off   and feeling tall.

Then turning six   and I could see,
The world of my tomorrow.
There was no thought   of yesterday,
But a future   for me to follow.

It's off to school   where I must learn,
The things we need to know.
Do our sums   and spell some words,
Till the teacher lets us go.

Then at fifteen years   I'd had enough.
The system  has done it's job,
It spat me out on the footpath, 
Told me.   “Join the workin mob”.

My Sun was high at twenty years,
And my shadow was quite small.
This proud heart had little fear,
Such as it is   before a fall.

At thirty five  the years flow by
Hard work will pay the bills.
Now I see   how quick time flies
Life's questions,    remain still.

My shadows  will become longer 
As my sun sinks in the west.
Regret nothing from the past,
Just remember all the best.

These shadows will amuse me,
In my endless,   ageing days.
In these shadows  I'll see visions,
Of myself   at work and play.

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