I could stop
This clock
Once and for all.
Lonely and bored
I called
On Dowson’s rhyme
Of women and wine.
The cork popped
You poured.
And Time’s scythe chopped
Another day away
In play.
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K Morris - Poet 
Deep thoughts, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m pleased you understand my poem.