Classic and Contemporary Poetry

SHADOWS, by BERT DAVIS
First Line: Bent, vagabondlike
Last Line: But the twain have never met.

Bent, vagabondlike,
Tired, worn, humiliated
Because of disappointments left in his bag,
Knowing sweet memories only were taken
And treasured as valuable --
Is dimly visible a silhouette.

Erect, gleeful, buoyant --
Even just born;
Radiant, hopeful, promising
The greatest treasure
Humanity seeks --
But the twain have never met.