The Remains of Hot Tea

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.

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K Morris – Poet