Through the clear, clear glass empty.

Through the clear, clear glass empty.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

This whole concept
of growing up,
and then dying
still bothers me.
All the while
one must find
the time to live
in between
and then someone
whispers
“ wear a raincoat
when reading the obituary
where tears flow
from the glass.”

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Put that way, growing up and then dying, it all seems so futile. Yet what we have to do is really live our time well. Wearing a raincoat might not be so daft after all, especially if it prevents us catching a chill and then that developing into something nasty. Yes, we all have to get round the dying thingy.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

5 Years Ago

Thank you Chris yes its still surreal this mortality thing.
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

I try not to go there myself. It's inevitable but it doesn't mean I:m going to waste time on it :)

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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