A very long holiday

A very long holiday

A Poem by andrew mitchell

If only
the scales
measured correctly
for the memories
lingered a little longer
swinging by the rope.

Life
a very short march
climbing a few steps
while looking your best
to the gallows.

Where to Sir?
To the gallows of course!
It’s where all life goes.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 5, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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