The concept.

The concept.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I have no concept of time
I am still a little boy
making adult decisions,
only the mirror
tells me otherwise.

Yes! Having no concept of time,
I wake up,
I survive,
I go to sleep,

And yes!
When I grow up
I want to be....

I’m six feet two
and still waiting.

Yes! The problem of
having no concept of time is
time’s running out,
so the mirror tells me.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 22, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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