You will fly
Home today
From far away
And I
May give in
To sin
In winter’s bleak weather.
I am no saint.
The idea is quaint
In these modern times.
But does Man’s pleasure
In composing rhymes
To slim young women
Equate to sin?
You will fly
Home today
From far away
And I
May give in
To sin
In winter’s bleak weather.
I am no saint.
The idea is quaint
In these modern times.
But does Man’s pleasure
In composing rhymes
To slim young women
Equate to sin?
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Thank you for kindly sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
A very nice and thoughtful ending. Love it, Kevin! Enjoy a beautiful evening! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I’m pleased you like my poem. All the best. Kevin