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We live our lives from day to day,
Dealing with our lot having little say,
We seem to just go round and round,
Not realising the folk our shadow’s found.
Its shade falls across our vulnerable youth,
How they mature is our final proof,
We coach our boys to become self-respecting men,
Before eclipses of evil try to knock them down again.
Cast over all our precious ones we love,
Can be destructive or peaceful as a dove,
When our time is up, our shadow fades from sight,
Ensure they know you adored them right.
Hosts of fellow shadows a community make,
Overlapping talents, giving more than they can take,
We think our lives small, insignificant, of no consequence,
Whereas combined shade bestows cultural legacy, an
inheritance.
— Philip Wood |