It's all hearsay.

It's all hearsay.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

During the now
and yesterday
in the balance
the see-saws,
he sees,
he saw.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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and then he conquered...or not.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you J for your words, In a quandary over this I dont know whether to say he see-saws instead o.. read more
These days people have become so entrenched in whatever opinion they hold at the moment, forgetting how we evolve thru the changes of a lifetime, both as individuals & as a society. The loss of perspective is quite stunning. Our currently myopic perception of things will someday be mere hearsay (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Margie and I agree.
The ying and yang of existence ... and how much of what he saw did he actually see? Reminds me of those old days with my grampa cutting logs with a crosscut saw and sawhorses ... once you got the rhythm going it was almost effortless ... so much hangs in the balance between what was and what is ... hard to balance on a teeter-totter and yet that's what the authorities expect these days.

Short and sweet. A good write Andrew

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you kindly Ted for your words.

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