To an Ageing Rake

When your fun is done

And she goes home

And you are left alone,

Do you consider

Her youth

And that perfect figure?

Perhaps you consider

The truth:

How lack of finance

Or other mischance

Leads her to dance

With a rake

Who, fearful of dust

Takes, in lust

A young woman who

Needs your wealth,

But holds in contempt

You and herself.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	V.M.Sang on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Indifference

K Morris – Poet