Shadow

My shadow once was boldly black    
fathomless deep with its content    
keeping quiet, close, to my back.    
It would run and skip tight at heel    
and push me swift, towards the sun,    
it seemed, then, to be forever keen.    
     
     
But now its slothful halt and lame    
and thin and pale around the edge    
a shadow now... only, in name?    
Dim laugh's heralds coming gloom    
a silhouette of time's disdain,    
following my shade, to the tomb.