You poured the remains of hot tea
And asked could you do
Anything else for me.
We spoke of the cost of living.
I drank my hot tea.
My hair is grey.
But, if I where to casually say
That I can be giving …
Best drink my tea
And let her think well of me.
K Morris - Poet 
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Thank you for the kind share, Michael.