The myth

The myth

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We don’t get wiser
as we get older
because we forget.


© 2023 andrew mitchell


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Beautiful and meaningful poem. Good work 👍

Posted 2 Years Ago


Well, that is a thought I need to contemplate; oops , I forgot what I was going to do.
Some get forgetful, some get senile, some get immobile.

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Who are you? 😀
Sami Khalil

2 Years Ago

Hehehe. ........
dear Andrew... for me... I am Wise like an Owl... comfy on my Bough.
Being Wise is in the Eyes... we see and then Believe. Is this a Parody for thee. Wink Wink... gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

Hello Owl,hoot hoot to you and thank you dearly for stopping by.
This little piece of brevity blows apart that old saying

With age comes wisdom

With age comes dementia and other nasties which wipe out the memory. Thankfully not for all.

Hi Andrew, hope all is good with you.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

2 Years Ago

As always appreciate your visit Chris because as always you are generous in praise and you write so.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Years Ago

Thank you for your kindness Andrew,, I appreciate it.

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Added on October 21, 2023
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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