Here I sit alone <br />with only ghosts from the past <br />to keep me company. <br />Memories of those <br />who I will never see again. <br />I sit and tell them <br />all my ills and woes; <br />it’s comforting in the silence <br />as the long shadows grow. <br />I tell them how my life has changed <br />since they went away <br />and that I hope to see them again <br />when it is my time to go. <br />They don’t answer me <br />like they used to do, <br />still it is comforting <br />as the hours pass on their way. <br />Just sitting here chatting <br />like I used to do <br />late into the evening tide <br />as the long shadows grow. <br /> <br /> <br />17 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-shadows-grow/
