Misplaced

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In the time
it took
to reach old age
I had lost
my youth.

© 2023 andrew mitchell

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Patricia Wedel

dear Andrew… your form is very poignant … In my new found freedom of aging… I choose to see the World through the eyes of a Child… hopeful and creative like Spring with Blossoms. gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago

2 Years Ago

Yes, never lose the inner child, it holds the key to our imagination. Thank you Pat.

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Added on January 26, 2023
Last Updated on January 26, 2023

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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..