The long arm of today

The long arm of today

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Without time
how old would I be
on the reflection
of my eye
where my longevity
is no more an extension
of today that sleeps
just like I do.

© 2024 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 30, 2024
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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