50. Soon to be 51.
The year
Is here
And soon gone.
I cough in the early morning.
A warning?
Probably not,
But soon the year will be gone
And I shall reach the age of 51,
How many more have I got?
Young women
Will still
Laugh at my humour,
But grinning
Is not sinning
And ’tis no rumour
That I grow old.
Gold
May, they say
Buy
Much more than a smile
From a pretty maid
But the eye
Of lust
Must turn to dust
Once our part is played.
K Morris - Poet 
LOVE it Kevin. Bought two of your books last night. Brilliant. Bought the Streetwalking one and couldn’t put ot down! Well, my Kindle I mean. I loved your flash fiction stories Kevin. And the poems were brilkiant too.
Thanks so much for your extremely kind words and for buying 2 of my books Lorraine. I am delighted you enjoyed this poem and my flash fiction. Very best wishes, Kevin
A great poem, Kevin. I finished your new book last night. I fantastic selection.
I am delighted you enjoyed this poem Robbie. And thanks so much for purchasing and reading my “Selected Poems”. I am delighted you enjoyed my book.
Best wishes, Kevin
the eye of lust…brilliant metaphor
Thank you, I’m delighted you like my poem and thank you for the compliment. Best, Kevin
Good one young man! Your collected poems arrived this week – a paperback to delve into time and time again my friend.
Thank you so much for your very kind words, Eric. Thanks also for purchasing my book in paperback, I really appreciate you doing so and I hope you enjoy reading my work. All the very best, Kevin