The chatter
Of girls who clatter
By
On stillettos high,
Giggling about their latest guy.
Pointy heels delight,
Excite
And tear apart
A young man’s heart.
Girls once dreamed of mansions in the Cheshire countryside
But time’s tide
Runs on.
Youth is almost gone
And dreams turn to the waking nightmare
Of the needle-strewn stair
In a tower block too high
For you or I
But a mother and a screaming baby live there,
While you and I pretend to care.
K Morris - Poet 
Great 👍 poem.
Thank you! Kevin
Welcome dear but I am Kamal.
I signed my name (Kevin) at the end of my response to your comment. This is, I think what is causing the confusion. Thanks again for your comment and following me at newauthoronline.com. Your support is very much appreciated.
K Kevin cause I thought u typed by mistake. It’s k don’t worry was just fooling u.
This is such a great poem that offers much food for thought. 🙂
Thank you Brenda. All the best. Kevin
My absolute pleasure. 🙂