They perform.
I drink
And think
Of Dowson’s grey dawn,
Of women and men,
And of how when
I die
Perchance, some of my
Poetry, may survive them,
And me.
They perform.
I drink
And think
Of Dowson’s grey dawn,
Of women and men,
And of how when
I die
Perchance, some of my
Poetry, may survive them,
And me.
I am sure some of your poetry will survive you, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. Have a good weekend. Kevin
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Many thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. Kevin
Very thoughtful, and i also agree with Vivienne! xx Michael
Thank you, Michael. I appreciate your comment. Best wishes. Kevin