Lost in the path of this dreadful life,
thinking of years that I spent in strife;
walking and thinking, what is ahead?
Living with pain, or dying instead.
Watching my shadow crawling below;
scared and contempt, and nothing to show.
My shadow darkened, by gloomy night;
Walking behind me, frightened from light.
He didn't know his nature was light;
he taught that he was, planted by night.
Awaiting until the dawn with breeze,
to make the shadow taller than trees.
Little by little the light of time,
made it so shadow reaching his prime.
The shadow started to sing and dance,
in the garden of the life, romance.
He was the young one, handsome and bold,
never thought there will be days of old.
Dancing with the drum, of joy and youth,
only the time will teach us the truth.
The morning turned into mid-day sun,
I was standing, but shadow in run.
He was in running, I was in chase;
I couldn't keep up, he lost the race.
He was blaming me, I got too old,
So much as my life, losing its gold.
The sun was setting, shadow got dim.
little by little got, pale and slim.
His height and his youth vanished so soon.
The sun left him, and keeping the moon.
What will happen if shadow is gone?
Should I ever wish, seeing the dawn?
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2016