I go where death sends me

I go where death sends me

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I have no wish
to remain
when time’s control
over mortality
collects me.

© 2023 andrew mitchell


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I’m inclined to agree. Plenty of hell down here. A little heaven wouldn’t go amiss. Nice bit of brevity Andrew.

Chris

Posted 1 Year Ago


Our Spirit is in Control... dying is a way to Sigh and become a Cloud where visions dream. Amen, Pat

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ah, but that our wishes in this matter would be consulted.

Posted 1 Year Ago


And what does not kill you, makes you stronger. Long live the Emperor if the Australian wonderland.

Posted 1 Year Ago


The truth that death is inevitable. Just see the beautiful things all around before leaving. Good poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

How true, thank you fo4 your words.
andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

for……………..
A very sage aceptance of the inevitable told in a short and expressive verse Andrew. We were over in your neck of the woods Last November/December.

Posted 1 Year Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

1 Year Ago

The IP was three nights with no sleep (old rolling stock) but loads of champagne! Hahndorf sounds li.. read more
andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

An old German settlement, first in South Australia at the time.
John Alexander McFadyen

1 Year Ago

Ah! A bit like most of New Zealand and Canada have places with Scottish connections.
I like that reference..."collects me"

like what we can be sure of...death and taxes.

Posted 1 Year Ago


andrew mitchell

1 Year Ago

Yes death taxes ! What a cop out!

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