TWELVE HOURS LATER

TWELVE HOURS LATER

Another shift completed and my body feels depleted…but I just keep walking.
Up the hill where old folk live their gentle wave they always give…and we end up talking

This early morning cloud is chilling soon I will be home god willing…the birds are tweeting
A fox runs out in front of me I see a squirrel in a tree… sheep in the field are bleating

Both the postman and the milkman are both busy with deliveries…and they say good morning
But me I simply nod my head they know I'm heading for my bed…Co’s I'm yawning

Neighbours warming up their cars and in the sky some twinkling stars …there’s maybe just a few
Cuckoo spit is all around early mist lies low to ground …on the morning dew

Almost home and nearly light I can’t believe I've worked all night…my bed to me is calling
In my bed twelve hours later this is wrong it upsets nature…my eyelids are falling