Shadows

 

Shadows

 

It is a long road back

To places that I have been.

The river of time does not flow back,

To the person I was then.

The years have swiftly passed,

Can life be lived too fast?

Memory is seen through a foggy glass,

And here I am at last.

 

Treasures I did not find,

And things I did not see.

Lessons that I did not mind

And things that could not be.

There he is behind,

The shadow of me.

Following down the years,

The shadows of me.

 

I remember a different me,

Was I always too young?

Come tomorrow, who will I be?

My full tale yet unsung.

The yesterdays stretch unending,

Their story incomplete.

Are they that worth remembering

Do I write another sheet?

 

Treasures I did not find,

And things I did not see.

Lessons that I did not mind

And things that could not be.

There he is behind,

The shadow of me.

Following down the years,

The shadows of me.

 

Cliff Lake 8/2/2024

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