Born free, my father was a doctor!

Born free, my father was a doctor!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

What ever happened
to born free?
It now costs
an arm and a leg,
not forgetting
the break up!

© 2017 andrew mitchell

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It's not what you know anymore, it's who you know - or perhaps it always was...?
Love the title - so Spike Milliganesque !!!

Posted 10 Months Ago

This erudite poem made me think.Seeking freedom from captivity can be costly. But in your soul you can be free.

Posted 10 Months Ago

when relationships end, often someone pays dearly, freedom has always had its price.......and there are many different kinds of wars.

Posted 10 Months Ago

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3 Reviews
Added on August 29, 2017
Last Updated on August 29, 2017


andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia

I love pushing the limits on writing poetry. Not everyone's cup of tea but maybe a few will enjoy the twists and turns, the simple, the depth of simplicity, the bizarre and the ridiculous. Strindberg.. more..