As I grow older
A girl’s bare shoulder
And her sweet perfume
Still attracts. Distracts me.
But, when I hear
Her call me “Sir”,
Morning becomes late afternoon,
As night draws near.
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Many thanks for the share, Michael. Kevin
:-)) Always with a great pleasure, Kevin. xx Michael
Thought provoking! I hope not your own experiences, Kevin! xx Michael
Thank you Michael. All the best. Kevin
Thank you, Kevin! Best wishes to you as well. xx Michael
A thoughtful poem, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. Kevin
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Many thanks for the share of my poem. Kevin