As the autumn weather grows colder,
And I older,
The thought of warm bed clothes
With a Kate,
Or a rose
Still appeals.
I have known heels
To measure
My pleasure.
But pleasure passes,
For rakes and lasses,
And the graveyard grasses
Claim our name.
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K Morris - Poet 
These poems with a melancholy undertone about death are my favourites of yours, Kevin.
Thank you, Robbie. I’m pleased you like those of my poems that touch on death. Best wishes. Kevin
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Thanks for sharing my poem, Michael. All the best. Kevin