by Warrior Poet
Short and sweet poem
|There stands a good man.
Helps his neighbors, loves his family,
And works hard to earn an honest living.
Everyone knows him to be a good and caring man.
On a bright summer day,
This simple man looks down to the ground,
And sees his shadow, dark and shapeless,
Just a vague form of the man.
Dark and vague, the man muses.
Even this caring man knows,
That shadow contains all the evil he could be.
The killer he could be, the lustful lecher,
The lying, cheating, mooch of a man.
The man just grins and goes back to work.
Working hard to keep all those things,
Just a shadow skulking on the gritty ground where they belong.
Vincent W. Myers