My coffee grows cold,
And I old.
And here I sit
Playing the wit,
Until death calls time
On wit
And rhyme.
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K Morris - Poet 
Hi Kevin.
I can sure relate to this poem.
Hi Patty. I’m delighted you can relate to this poem of mine. Best wishes. Kevin
It was a good one
Patty Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works as an author and social media marketing assistant. Learn more at: http://www.pattysworlds.com
Thank you, Patty.
Anytime
Patty Fletcher lives in Kingsport Tennessee where she works as an author and social media marketing assistant. Learn more at: http://www.pattysworlds.com