I have felt the bitter cold
And thought of sinning
With young women
And of how I grow old.
I have heard the clock tick
And heels click
In the late evening
And engaged in couplings and leavings.
I have considered right and wrong
And fought the fire
Of my desire
But my lust was very strong.
I have pondered on old rakes
And the mistakes
Of my flawed humanity .
And sometimes I see
The Grim Reaper coming for me.
(Doubtless I have been influenced by poets much greater than I in the composition of the above poem).
Beautiful, Kevin! But whom you are calling an old rake? 😉 I hope you enjoyed a wonderful Sunday. Please excuse my delay! Best wishes, Michael
Hi Michael. Its always good to hear from you and thank you for commenting. I had no particular “old rake” in mind when composing this poem. The world is full of old (and young) rakes, so there are many to choose from! I hope you are well and are enjoying your weekend. Best wishes. Kevin
I always aim to please and try my best to be diplomatic, Michael …!
Thanks, Kevin! Also for the very diplomatic answer. 😉 xx Michael
Not quite Keats but love it.
I agree with you, it is certainly “not quite Keats”, but I am delighted you enjoyed my poem and thanks for commenting and liking.