A missing person of no return.

A missing person of no return.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Within the man was a child,
but....
was he lost, to be found?
Is he alive or presumed dead?
Was he smart now a fool?
Once so young, grown old;
forced to grow, never to play.
Living the belief disbelieving
that time stole too soon.

At a point of no return.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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One of the great things of being old. You can be childish with your grandchildren and everyone says "Aah, how lovely!!"

Posted 8 Years Ago


Tis said that a man is only a little boy 'growed' up!

Seems adulthood makes us behave with wretched decorum, never daring to jump in puddles or swing on swings at a play park. Why even draw a line of no return.. just be, says me of your wonderfully laid thoughts!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

and more rubber bands
emmajoy

8 Years Ago

As long as you don't harm others or self.. do what makes you smile, laugh.. see and feel the fun in .. read more
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

It will only sting you a little lol

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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