Just a man following his shadow

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    Just a man following his shadow

    My travelling it will never cease
    From England, Canada, Australia and Greece
    Joining a monastery briefly found inner peace
    T-shirt summers and winters in fleece
    A modern day nomad fated to roam.
    Forever destined to stay alone.
    A rounded pebble in the stream’s flow
    Just a man following his shadow

    A family life, the experience is not to be
    Never will my eyes from child look back at me
    My only companion throughout the day
    Always there but never in the way.
    Diligently watching by my side
    Only without sun does he hide.
    How a bow is to an arrow
    Just a man following his shadow

    What I’d give to have family to share
    Burden of travelled solitude is hard to bear
    Continuing to wander these vast lands
    Traversing wild oceans and heated sands
    Fruits of life that should be shared
    Mundane to extreme I have dared
    In the freezing rain and summer glow
    Just a man following his shadow

    Love witnessed, but never one’s own
    Rested in many places but yet to have a home
    Languid beauty of deep winter sunrise
    Never yet shared through others eyes
    A pilgrim of life’s desolation
    What it’d be like to feel loves elation
    One true friend in the sun’s glow
    Just a man following his shadow

    So the journey continues on
    One day my dark friend shall be gone
    At last I shall be able to rest
    Life’s wave, well, I’ve ridden the crest
    The time will come when I won’t have anything to follow
    I confess to not feeling any sorrow
    For when the time comes I shall have to go
    No more following of my shadow.

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    Anne247 commented on Just a man following his shadow

    01-22-2009

    it ave me a very clear picture of your life & sentiments. Anne247

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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