All poets cease their rhyme
In the fullness of time.
While others stop their run
‘Ere their time has come.
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K Morris - Poet 
Too true. We all have to stop eventually.
Indeed we do, Vivienne. Many thanks for commenting.
Kevin
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Thank you for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Makes a little sad impact. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. It is sad but inevitable. All the best. Kevin
Time passes us all Kevin …