Stranded

Stranded

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Stranded in a picture, framed
In the graveyard, my remains
In cathedral grounds;
Near a castle, my home
Where I was born.
With my inheritance sold
In auction rooms,  I've stayed.
I find.... I'm on sale,
Stranded in a picture, framed.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Those old, framed items can bring a fortune at auction as the withered bones lie buried... it's all up for grabs once we depart this life...I should get about a buck twenty-five and tax for my picture lol

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Mine will be firewood lol. Some would roll in their graves with their estates unable to be retained,.. read more
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10 Years Ago

haha... yes, they would...
Ever at Sothbys? That would be high praise indeed! Nice poem btw!

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Sir! 7885

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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