The stagecoach.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While the stage was set,

the coach was nowhere

to be seen;

a gallop to no where?

No! It was to a journey's end.

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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Annette Pisano-Higley

Stellar, clever word-play, metaphor use. Life's a stage without a coach- yes! All we can do is hope we have a good horse! Concise and perfect. Kudos!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on September 2, 2017
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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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