Father leaves a body on mind,
A shadow for a short keeping,
A long shadow for a morning,
A shorter one for the evening .
Body is a shadow of a shadow,
A short one for the rest of day,
A very shadow to grow tenfold
Upon tenfold for beauty’s sake.
What use is a hundred shadows
When the first shadow is vapor,
A vaporous beauty rising to sky,
A white wall to hang a memory .
Of what use is this sad shadow ,
In old shirt of rolled up sleeves,
And bare hint of smile on lips,
Just an idea of body on a mind?