Shadow Of Death Poem by Doris Dzameshie

Sometimes I feel like being boastful
Then I look behind me
My shadow grins at me
I feel this shall pass

Sometimes I feel like cursing out
Then I look behind me
My shadow laughs at me
I feel this shall pass

Sometimes I feel like being mean
Then I look behind me
My shallow looks small
I feel this too shall pass

Sometimes I feel like letting go
Then I look behind me
My shadow glows with colors of the rainbow
I feel this too shall pass
This too shall pass