Alarm clock. The sun rises.
The buses, railways, flights are running.
There’s a bottle of milk on the doorstep.
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Great rendering here Michael, one certainly doesn't think about the 'givers' of all our incredible food etc., Brings one back down to earth when you realise these things' A super read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem's a bit rich, you really are milking it, if i phoned them to express my gratitude they'd probably say 'pull the udder one' in an indian accent......Milk deliveries have allways been a bit of a sacred cow in England especially for the older generation..... Love from David
Bravo, I like the title also