Kick off your shoes
For a stranger is a friend not yet made.
Be not staid
Dear maid
But lose
Yourself in booze
And forget
Regret.
Let us draw the curtain
For tomorrow
Is uncertain
Your skin is silky smooth
But how the clock’s hands move
Towards the morrow,
Which the forecasters say
Will be a dismal day.
K Morris - Poet 
An excellent poem, Kevin.
Thank you Robbie. I am delighted you like “Kick Off Your Shoes”. Best, Kevin
such nice gentle thoughts. Love the flow of this poem.
Thank you, I’m delighted you like the poem. Kind regards, Kevin