Some grotesque images now cast upon an eerie wall
Do lend an unconscious foreboding to an empty hall
And conjured ghostly shadows that breathed very long ago
When sunlight filled every corner of the timid ego
Within which dwelt the lonely distance that life’s runner goes
Around that course the mind must pause to find if merit chose.
Sometimes in later days, our shadows fall here on the ground
To waste away because no useful purpose has been found
And cultures shaded by distorted views that lie in wait
Awake to grim reminders that success arrives too late,
While lifetimes spent in searching for that one beginning start
Find it at last when all time’s happenings desert the heart.