The heritage of the lost.

The heritage of the lost.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

There was a heritage
of memories lost
when one could not decide
what moment to take.

Lost at sea
blown by the winds
no memory lived
in remembrance
for future reference.

Nor would the
hands of time
shake the dust
of a moment forgotten.

Memories like moments
just come and go....

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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I suppose there are lost moments that are left in the sands of time... abd then as we age it is good to shake a bit now and then when the wind in the Willows will sing a song written in a poem. Truly, Pat

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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