His shadow close behind,
And though it followed closely,
Was never on his mind.
The earth he walked was waiting,
Though he saw no end
To his days.
In the end the earth
Would claim him,
His shadow gone away,
Never ever to be seen,
Or darken the light of day.
Author Bio:
Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. He writes poetry in Illinois, where he lives with his wife and their dog and cat. He was introduced to poetry in grade school and has been writing poetry since the time he read his first poems. He also enjoys music and believes song lyrics to be a popular form of poetry. He finds in nature both inspiration and revelation.