SHADOWS
Mere shadows are we to those before
Our impression hollow to their report
We don their likeness
We mimic their breath
We dodge bad weather
We badgerize death
But it does happen amidst our play
We catch a glimpse of the past today
A fleeting taste of history
A subtle breeze of lore
And our imaginations tug for respect
And these shadows yearn to follow more
Dbar
