All aboard her ghost train.

All aboard her ghost train.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

All aboard her ghost train.
As the train of desire,
old 'n' rusty
pulled into the station
of possible opportunities;
with no oncoming thoughts boarding,
no longer regarded by youth,
she left empty handed,
dead in her tracks.
The tracks of her time
had spoken;
no whistles!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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The ravages of time will eventually make its indelible mark despite all these cosmetic surgeons who promise eternal beauty, no possible but many will pay £££ and more to assuage their vanity and egotistical nature !

A short yet very creative write, surprising indeed there are not a 'ton' of positive reviews for this one?

Nice work, like your thinking Andrew !



Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thank you so much Tom. It's really all about old age in general, I just push the onus onto the oppos.. read more

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