Shadows Past- Tomorrow's Future


The past walks with me like a shadow which cleaves unto my soul.
Forward into the future I continue to march, eyes set ever ahead, Yet pasts shadow grows ever longer with each passing day ever so bold.

I turn and look. The shadow still remains. I stare at it and it looks back at me. Without effort from both my mind and heart I catch fleeting glimpses of ghosts as they pass through shadows way.

As I turn back away from the darkness and turn my eyes upon futures way,
I see tomorrow's sun but I hear the faint voices of yesterday.
Another day has passed as well as another friend who shall now join the shadow of all my yesterdays.

Someday, I too as well as you, will join the shadow of ghosts,
And we too will become someone’s memory of yesterday’s past.