The present.

The present.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There was no time
like the present
until he opened it,
now he wishes
for yesterday.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Ah, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride and all of our past and our future collide. :))

Five wonderfully observed lines.

Beccy.

Posted 8 Years Ago


This one is like a cocktail of today, tomorrow and yesterday all mixed up into a new tense...:)

I also detect a tinge of regret.....expectations that were shattered.....hopes which turned sour.

Brilliant expression...:)

Posted 8 Years Ago



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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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