Shadows of My Life
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.
Copyright © Les Pick | Year Posted 2022
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