On time's meter maid.

On time's meter maid.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

You were born to die
but in between
you were born to live.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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We are all born and we all die. The bit inbetween can be so full of promise which doesn't always materialise. A great little piece of brevity here Andrew which speaks bucket loads. My mind wandered here.

Chris

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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