With each dig, time buried another memory.

With each dig, time buried another memory.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While life experiences
we're an addition
with time
for memories
to be stored;
remembered,
the passing of time
was subtracting
those very memories
now lost.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Beautiful! How transient we are- so here and then so gone...the addition and subtraction of presence. Fleeting being. Ponderous thought- well done my friend!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

warm belated thanks.

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