On time's threshold growing up.

On time's threshold growing up.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

On time's threshold
now locked in the wardrobe
where time did fly
to the horizons lost
growing up in the sixties
was a lot more fun
than being in
the sixties
where the man
you always wanted to be,
didn't come through
the looking glass
from the boy,
you once were....
day dreaming.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Added on May 19, 2019
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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