The autumn years.A Poem by andrew mitchell
Catch me I’m falling -
the autumn years the last roll of the dice, the final decade of life where time can call at any given moment to say: It’s time to go! And in a golden handshake you are released from the clutches of the family tree - the land of your living as you know it. Your period of life ownership will soon be over, just look around, it’s coming, there’s no looking back - the autumn years are here. © 2019 andrew mitchell |
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3 Reviews Added on May 3, 2019 Last Updated on May 3, 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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