My hands are cold
And I am growing old.
The wall clock measures time
As I rhyme
Of young women
And sinning.
But I am growing old
And my hands are cold.
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K Morris - Poet 
Ag! Cold hands can be quite sensual! All the best Kevin
Thank you, Lorraine. You made me smile!
All the best, Kevin
Good! We need a few smiles around here!