This wasn’t his circle.

This wasn’t his circle.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The older he got,
the bigger his comfort zone
was needed

until....

travelling along diameter road
feeling the circumference
he noticed he was not alone,
he was in someone else’s circle.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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that could be an intrusion, or a welcomed addition...could go either way.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Indeed we are all part of someone's circle as we are! Thanks Jacob

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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