He picks up the phone
And texts Louisa or Joan.
Or, whilst browsing the internet
He finds a brief forget
In the arms of Yvette.
When she’s gone away he will say,
“I felt her youthful hand in mine
And to forget regret, poured more wine.
But the tick tock of the clock
Brought to mind, that old voyeur, Time.”
K Morris - Poet 
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Thank you for the share, Michael. Kevin
Always with a great pleasure, Kevin! Thank you for the enjoyment, and have a nice day! xx Michael
New times, new behaviours. 😉 Thanks for sharing, Kevin! Have a nice rest of the Sunday! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I did enjoy my Sunday, at a family BBQ! Have a good week. Kevin
Great! Barbecue is always the best activity. As i had heard you had sun and warm weather. Here we had coldness and rain. It seems i am preparing right for heading over to the UK. Lol xx Michael
I am sorry to hear that you have had rain. I hope that better weather is on its way. I walked in the woods with my mum’s partner yesterday and their dog. The woods where lovely, but the weather was cooler than that of Sunday. If you are ever in London do drop me an email as, if you have time it would be nice to chat over coffee or a pint or 2. Kevin
Another thoughtful one, Kevin. I particularly like ‘That old voyeur, Time’.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you like my poem. All the best. Kevin
A poem on the essence of time and memories that goes with it. Nice poem, Kevin.