With the Sun in my face, the shadow I cast does not trouble me.
It is where it should be, behind me.
I look forward, to my future, and I see no shadows.
When I do look back, I know where I am, for I see where I have been.
As my horizon gets closer, and the Sun begins to set
The shadows behind me get longer.
I am small in this World, but as I grow older I cast a bigger shadow.
Perhaps the setting Sun flatters me . . .
At my…
