No trade agreements, just grants!

No trade agreements, just grants!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Light was cast
on mortal shadows,
up in arms over
the hands of time.

To catch a thief
proved to be futile
when the thief itself
was time.


Wanted: Time
Reward: Time







© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Andrew,
Nice meditation on time and the human condition . . . caught in the act of (perhaps) wasting, killing, ignoring time itself. All the while time was mocking us . . . taking away our moments on earth one second at a time. Clever last stanza . . . Time is relentless!
Tom

Posted 5 Years Ago


This kinda tangled up my mind! The title got me going in a different direction, a political one. But as I read on, I find non-stop surprising everything. Your profile starts out: "I love pushing limits" . . . whenever I read a profile like this, I am skeptical. But in your case, very true. This poem deserves extra time to allow your ideas about "time" to sink in & percolate (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on March 21, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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