I have a walking partner who,
When on those sunny days,
If I, outside, go treading,
With me he often plays.
Sometimes he lags behind me,
Or he goes on ahead,
At other times beside me,
And not a word is said.
He's very quiet at all times,
Whenever he does show,
Though I have never really
To him, ev'n said 'hello'.
Should I e'er walk at fast pace,
As I am apt to do,
He does keep up and with me
Will stay, the whole time through.
Though, unlike me, he never
Gets out of breath, or tired,
Just tags along, a-nearby,
His stamina, admired.
He doesn't like damp weather,
Or when the sky has cloud.
He must remain at home, then,
As if he's not allowed.
He is the quiet companion,
A friend sure, NOT a foe,
And if you haven't guessed by now?
His name is "My Shadow".
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