Poetry: Shadows

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For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my searching.

Shadows

Oh, what kind of man

do I appear to be

bringing  up my past

oh, they say they know me.

Meaningless situations

that happened long ago

they say that they were there

they tell me that they know.

They know of what I did

at nighttime and in day

where I did my work

and where I’d go to play.

They’re  shadows in my life

groupies of a man

coming out from hiding

talking to me when they can.

Interesting people

they come from here and there

from a moment late last night

of these shadows,  I’m now aware.

A pretty young girl

her heart so filled with desire

she lives by day to day

her soul so filled with fire.

She takes what I say so deeply

her hopes seem awfully high

my heart is oh,  so curious

I ask questions -careful not to pry.

But she’s a very open girl

as she tells me of her past

I look at her eyes so warmly

I hope this shadow will last.

Oh, what kind of man

do I appear to be

bringing up my past

oh, they say they know me.

They’re shadows in my life

groupies of a man

coming out from hiding

talking to me when they can.

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