It was never live!

It was never live!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Songs from the dead
now come in box sets
along the gravestones lane
at the cemetery night market.
Please enquire within.
No bats, hawkers, or grave diggers allowed,
and come suitably dressed.
It’s never live amongst
the dead bone’s shuffle.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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dear Andrew... our Spirit lives on... but where... perhaps in our heart of memories.
truly, Pat

Posted 7 Years Ago


This is great! I enjoyed this a lot. A great write. Thanks for posting this. I am glad I stopped by.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

Thanks ranger
Poets and artists suffer the most. Very few prosperous live ones, more's the pity. :))

Beccy.

Posted 7 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

thank you beccy for your words.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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