The passenger.

The passenger.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I was no more
a passenger
on the tracks of time
travelling through
the passages of life
until the end
when I am forced
to disembark.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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i love how life can be compared to a long ride home a journey full of everything expected and unexpected i really like how you write things differently

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thanks sette
Life can be thought of as a journey that eventually comes to an end. I guess it's what we do as passengers on those tracks that determines where we disembark.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Hi Tim thanks for stopping by and commenting. Don't get many comments these days.
Relic

5 Years Ago

Neither do I, andrew. That seems to have been reserved for certain people. :)

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