A shadow is a second fiddle <br />and always feels inferior <br />it tries to reach the golden middle <br />of things in the interior <br />but is condemned to stay outside <br />can't mix it with the boys <br />can only come along to ride <br />like ragged children's toys. <br />A shadow has no real life <br />it is a saprophyte <br />though if you try to use a knife <br />cut loose this parasite <br />you'll find that no amount of prying <br />can kill this sad reflection <br />so now you know, there's no denying <br />you add to your collection <br />of fans and others who adore <br />your talent and your wit <br />a shadow sticks for evermore <br />it really is a zit <br />that needs supply from the outside <br />of nutrients to eat <br />it lives in layers of your hide <br />and draws your body heat <br />and when its life comes to an end <br />it shrivels up and dies <br />a shadow hovers to offend <br />and when rebuffed it cries <br />a zit is born with intellect <br />a shadow pretty dumb <br />the former would be a defect <br />the latter is a bum <br />who wants a handout from his host <br />that's why he never leaves <br />and clings to you just like a ghost <br />all shadows then are thieves. <br />A word of warning to you now <br />don't ever shadow-box <br />your shadow knows exactly how <br />he's agile as a fox <br />Then what, you ask is there to do <br />to make you shadow-free <br />you show him he has no IQ <br />and he will leave you be.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-of-shadows/
