| On leaving
The half-empty pub On a spring Evening, I heard birdsong. I love These chill Nights , when the trill Of birds is heard On the still Street. Their unconscious art Calls to my sad Glad heart. It was always so. And I know Their song will remain Until I gain The churchyard path Where all must pass.
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K Morris - Poet 
This is very poignant.
Thank you, Liz.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
bittersweet
I’m pleased you like my poem, Beth. Thank you for commenting.
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Thank you for sharing, Michael.