Sunday morn

SUNDAY 'MORN THE LORDS DAY 1960's

I awake to the sound of a child,
A soft gurgling melody, and I sighed.
Sunday 'morn, the lords day, my rest day,
To browse and mope and dream away
What little time I do posses on terra firma;
The child calls loud, his mother murmurs.
With sleepy eyes and tenderness her hands fondle
My body, remembering delights nocturnal,
Our bodies warm with contact and indulgence
In drink, in love and sexual abundance.
She murmurs, 'I love you,' and caresses
My chest, as her soft lips trembled.
'Gain the child repeats his sound of joy
Or, does he cry for food or toy.
Still we lay and listened to his sound
With ears and heart and soul unbound.
We together, our son too, all happy, lay
Listening to the birds in trees at play.
Whistling birds, blowing winds, rustling trees
Tick tock, alarm clock (orrible sound) time please.
Wake up sounds fill the room, who could sleep
This morn'; listen, the child does weep,
He wants his nappy changed, to start the day
Refreshed and clean to laugh and play.

Why leave the comfort, remove the warmth,
Return, don't run, a voice calls forth.
Darkness crowds the sunlight out, oh dream
Remain, don't fade, return; I deem
Hide from it, why face it, forget it;
Eyes don't open, don't see the sunlight.
Days move on and on, I don't know why;
But nights stay still, oh sun be shy.
Need I face another day, ever grow old
Wrinkled and grey; I feel the cold.
Clutch the cloth that stops the draught I feel
Upon my face, it cuts like steel.

Why face the lonely outside world,
Remain in bed in dreams be swirled.
Tick tock tick; hear the clock lick its lips
Whistles blow, bells ring, time cracks the whips.
The clock rings and men jump full of fear
And watch the face that seems to leer.
Sunbeams creeping slowly across the floor,
I feel the warmth its night no more.
Leave the world behind that I control
And face a world that as no role.
Does it matter to care, I ponder?
For the daylight world; I wonder?