There I was drinking coffee
In the coffee house,
Sitting with my lover and a friend,
When looking out the window we saw her,
A young lady.
She was wearing shorts so tight
She almost looked naked.
And our friend said to us
“If I were her mother
I’d tell her not to go out like that!”
And we all laughed,
Remembering those olden days
When respect for all was there,
Unlike these modern days.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2026 01:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Just saying.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Good write Gold. In church we should be smart but can be informal, I would say. Sometimes, even leaders, wear those awful shredded jeans. Maybe appearing 'poor' - after our dosh?! (money).
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