Shadows and Stories

Those were stories that I told
Of shadows and of fantasy:
When I was was wise, and he was small
And still thought all the world of me

But time goes on, and things grow bright;
The truth is clear to eyes like his —
That shadows cast on parking lots
Are nothing —

Like his father is

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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