The Alarm Clock
We need an alarm clock for daybreaks
For morning calls
For embarking on special expeditions
But down in a poor village
The cock crows
The cold wind blows
The night fades
The mountains covered with mist
The grass wetted
The birds sing
But there is neither bustle of life
Nor ringing of an alarm clock
Inside the cottage
Oh, the parents have long awakened
Before dawn
Their morning begins at four o'clock
Before the night retreats
They are on their ways
To the rubber estates
Their long-built habits
Are their only imagery alarm clock
Mechanical alarm clocks are only
For their schooling children
Copyright © Sai Lin Lip | Year Posted 2021
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