Post No. 895
Shadows come and go away
In many different shades of grey.
Densely darkest secrets
Hidden in their copious folds,
Hidden from the world,
Never to be told.
What is life with no shadow,
Where every action leaves its mark,
Positive or negative,
Each one conjures up the other?
Naught but a bland and tasteless mess ~
Unappetising to say the least!
Unless… our aim would be
To break the chain, sever the fetter,
To give others joy, to pass on happiness
Where e’er we may and find our own recompense
When that shadow falls on us.
©Denise G Allen, 07 November 2015 09:48