A leap of dire consequences.

A leap of dire consequences.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I can jump puddles he said
a mind pondering in dressage
on his next move on life’s
leaps and bounds,
but without a mirror
dressed for every occasion
he was not told of the hurdles.
An egg left broken
on the pavement
turned out to be
Humpty Dumpty
who couldn’t jump puddles.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on July 11, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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