Shadows, like sins, cast low on the ground. <br /> <br />The cycle of life carries on. Some of the good lingers on <br />In unsuspected ways. The family is a tribe <br />With it's own codes. Some of the shadows linger on. <br />The wisdom to sow, reap and differeniate between the real <br />The surreal, the ego, the egoistical is not given to all. <br /> <br />Everyone carries their own burden. <br />Some do their best to realise <br />Their lives by fighting for their dreams; <br />And some, try to understand and analyse. <br />Day after day, the hours tick on and it seems <br />Shadows lengthen with the noon <br />Mystic, melancholy, heavy with tears <br />Shadows that follow and merge <br />The body, substantial and the shadow, ethereal <br />And even more so by the light of the moon. <br /> <br />If life is a shadow that passes like a dream <br />Are we what we are and do we seem to be what we seem? <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sins-like-shadows-the-cycle-of-life/
