MY SHADOW by Thomas Clare
The one person who is always there for me;
The one person who does whatever I do;
My fair weather friend;
There when it’s sunny,
but ditches me on cloudy days.
The one person who plays with me;
Dances under the street light,
Puts on shadow puppet shows.
The one person who helps me;
Remove glare from the light,
So I can see my book without squinting.
Why can I never hug you?
Why can I never hold your hand?
Why must you run when I try to catch you?
Why do you drown when I swim?
Why oh shadow, why?