Life
The new day breaks with the voice of a bird
In the distance replies can be heard.
The sun starts to rise, so soft and red
It’s time for people to rise from bed.
The clock is now ticking the race is on
Time is short the peace has gone.
Things to do people to see
The worlds gone mad or is it just me?
No time to sit and ponder a while
No time to talk and exchange a smile.
A cup of tea and a slice of toast
On the hoof, but a bit more than most!
Out the door and down the street
I cross the road and wave to old Pete.
In the car, the radio’s on
May be they’ll play my favourite song?
The lights are red and never green
I’m in a hurry, please don’t be mean.
Make some calls, grab a shave
This is no way for a human to behave.
In to work, I arrive on time
The daily slog of toil and grime.
A day to pass of much the same
For when tomorrow comes, we start again!
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