This poem was inspired by the hour I waited in line outside to sign up for a weekend excursion. People were not particularly fun or exciting, but I certainly wouldn't say the same about the shadows from the building I was standing under and how it moved over the sidewalk.
Moral: Our choices are affected by what others are and do, sometimes negatively.
Slow, little shadow, slow.
Your post is a building,
But yet you move, and grow.
I can even watch you gilding
The sidewalk, your wake the sun.
But is it really your choice to glide?
I wouldn’t think so. Under a cloud,
You cower, soften, pull your head inside.
You vanish under any shroud.
Your free will doesn’t have much fun.
Unpublished Material, ©2011 Cali Digre
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