I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow.Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so beside me, he's a coward you see;I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup, but my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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My Shadow
Poetry"My shadow " is written by me, but my brother said these type of things so I got an idea from him his name is "Harold Stevenson " So credits to him I guess?But Uh I hope you enjoyed
