Another armoured day in an unsalvaged life.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Do we dress the mind
according to the day? Put the mind in a positive way. Only to have your armour ripped and trodden by the end of a passing day. Yes, we are all knights to battle life, suiting up for every new day we push and clamour through the daily wars of life’s costs in living only to rust away one day. As we go forth we meet our maker, the battle is over, what a battle it was, next time I’ll choose a more noble role, the armour was too heavy. © 2019 andrew mitchellReviews
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2 Reviews Added on March 2, 2019 Last Updated on March 2, 2019 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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