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 6 Months Ago

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

Posted 6 Months Ago

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

Posted 6 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..