A few years ago, my dad gave my sister + I a special gift for Christmas. It was a simple metal stick-figure standing on his shadow. He welded it in his shop after writing this sweet poem. I think it's something we could all stand to read when we begin to allow our minds to dwell on the past rather than exist in the present. Namaste.
My Shadow
by Brett Yarborough
My Shadow is behind me
everywhere I go.
I cannot stop my shadow;
it is always in my tow.
My shadow holds a lot of things
I don't want to think about.
When my shadow gets too close
it makes me want to shout!
So I keep my shadow behind me
nice + neat.
I will rarely let my shadow
slow my happy feet.