My Shadow
Today I spied my shadow,
And I asked it to dance.
Once it would have taken the challenge.
Once, when I was young.
Where are the memories of yesteryear?
Dissipated with the passage of time?
Today I'm bent with arthritic pain,
result of all my past heinous sins:
a hunchback of misdemeanours.
O how I recollect my wicked deeds!
They echo in the dark corridors
of a bent tired mind.
Now I dance to the tune
I composed throughout my life;
But my shadow simply refuses
to join in the frolic of my low strife.
Ashamed I amble on life's highway....
towards my eventual demise.
Then my shadow will find eternal its rest.
fiction
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