MY SHADOW by Thomas Clare

The one person who is always there for me;

Following me,

Scaring me.

The one person who does whatever I do;

Copying me,

Frustrating me.

My fair weather friend;

There when it’s sunny,

but ditches me on cloudy days.

The one person who plays with me;

Dances under the street light,

Puts on shadow puppet shows.

The one person who helps me;

Remove glare from the light,

So I can see my book without squinting.

Why can I never hug you?

Why can I never hold your hand?

Why must you run when I try to catch you?

Why do you drown when I swim?

Why oh shadow, why?