Hanging up the boots.

Hanging up the boots.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Hanging up the boots.
As the last thought came out
with nothing more to say
than a trickle,
the pen and inkwell dry,
his only action,
to take a bow
in appreciation
to the fifty pen onlookers
while the final curtain fell.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on April 5, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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