It's nothing really!

It's nothing really!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I handeth to you 
the cup of evermore
to sip preciously
which was full
in the beginning,
but has been slowly
emptied by man.

© 2019 andrew mitchell


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and as selfish as man can be...not refilled for others.
some people pay it forward, others just take...don't pass it on.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

6 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob for your words.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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