Shine As You've Never Shone Before Poem by Mark Heathcote

Shadows and cobwebbed hands lay in front of us.
lay behind us—laid their hands all over us
It's like fool's -gold dust. Today is all that matters.
The sun above your head is a daily blessing.
Heaven unleashes rains into gushing gutters.
Drink and be merry; the sky is like elderberry wine.
It may be Morello cherry-dark now.
But it'll soon again shine,
shine, shine as you've never shone before, like a
shadow that's never hung itself half ajar upon a door.