From a book that never was.

From a book that never was.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

And now on
the poetry altar
I will commence
turning the page
to chapter three
verse two,
Steps in time.

As the foot prints
grow larger through time
the steps become smaller
from a life once travelled.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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