To pour oil on troubled waters
Calms.
But when
The daughters
Of men
Employ their charms
The oil may destroy
Both girl and boy.
One can overanalyse
An action.
Yet a girl’s bright eyes
May grow dim
Through too much interaction
With a random him
And him.
‘Tis true
That there is nothing new
Under the sun.
Men will after pleasure run
And fun
Is only a phone call
Away. And perhaps to some
To fall
Is no great matter at all.
K Morris - Poet 
I love this poem. Deep thoughts here
Thank you. I am delighted you like my poem. Best, Kevin
This is very perceptive, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie.