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 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

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

9 Years Ago

haha... yes, they would...

Perkele.7885

Ever at Sothbys? That would be high praise indeed! Nice poem btw!

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

Thank you Sir! 7885

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Added on July 12, 2015
Last Updated on July 13, 2015

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andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

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