It was a good morning, the sun shined at my door,
And I ran to the front door with nowhere to go
And I stood there, at the balcony, like a bore
And I looked side to side, And forward with a woe;
To where I saw my shadow on the floor.
I felt happy, because it belonged to me;
I could twist, turn and make hand animals.
This shadow of mine stood beside me full of glee,
And I felt it waited to turn radical
As it hid alongside me like a tree.
In a world where I can be anything,
I sit on the floor and dwell about my shadow;
And it knows the answer to everything.
The sun shone stronger at my dumb show
And I looked up at God without prayer or worship.
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Author Notes
National Poetry Writing Month 2021, Day 2 - Write a poem about your own road not taken. Reference Poem: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
REFERENCES:
1) NaPoWriMo April 2021 Website - https://www.napowrimo.net/
2) RhymeZone Website - https://www.rhymezone.com/
Happy Good Friday. Happy Easter.
God bless you.
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