I saw our shadows walking home,
And we were close behind.
The icy wind blew all around;
The sun was somewhat kind.
Walking back from museum visit,
We relived fun moments.
Our faces froze in happy smiles
No time left for laments.
We turned a corner, nearly there.
And saw with joy we'd passed
Our shadows now in tired lag,
No match for legs so fast.
It's funny how the sun does play
With man at any age.
Sometimes our shadows speed away
Next, hide in silent rage.
~S. M. Foote
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