She remembered my name
And what I drink.
Yet I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.
Middle age
May engage
With youth.
But the truth
Is that she
Will not dance
With me.
Yet she
Remembered my drink.
But still
I think
That she
Will not dance
With me.
A middle-aged man
With white hair.
Is that how
She remembers me?
’Tis merely vanity
That makes me care
K Morris - Poet 
This is very thought provoking, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. Kevin
Beautifully written.. I love it
Thank you! I’m delighted you like it. Kevin
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Many thanks for the share, Michael. Kevin
The truth of everyday life. 😉 xx Michael
Indeed so, Michael. All the best. Kevin
:-)) xx
Made me wonder about myself… 77 year old with no hair 🤓 Well done Kevin!
I am gradually losing my hair, Walt, so I know how you feel! I’m pleased you like my poem. Kevin
I’m used to it now. And it’s a great poem 😎