I heard my clock tick.

I heard my clock tick.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I had my time
within my grasp
but slipping away
were the moments passed.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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Perhaps sand grains through the hourglass... poetically said here. We see and hear your moments falling away, Andrew. And, this is proof brevity is a respect for time.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you belatedly Robert for giving your time. Just been busy of late!

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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