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 Last Updated on December 22, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more.. |

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