there was a milkman back in the day
there was a milkman when I was a child
he brought fresh milk to our doorstep every morning
left it there in a little metal box that had the dairy name on it
there was also a bread man in the fifties
If we were lucky we might get the white cupcakes
They were uniform, frosted with sweet pink icing
we always got the bread,
but not always the cupcakes
the bread man came once a week, on Friday
Seventy years later Prime trucks will bring you
dog treats, TV sets, laundry detergent, lipstick,
hair dye, tomato juice, and anything else you could want.
My relatives would have never believed this possible
back in the day.
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