Whatever Happened to the Milkman?

KilhaPoetry Poems

I unsubscribe To this glossed over Super filtered Size zero High definition Finger pointing Unforgiving Template Dictating who we are supposed to be. It’s all too shiny Too mass produced Over produced The records lost it’s grooves. Whatever happened to the milkman? What happened to kids playing conkers in the street? Whatever happened to knowing your neighbours? And running home with grazes on your knee? Whatever happened to Saturday morning television? What happened to riding bikes up and down the street? Whatever happened to waving ‘morning’ to the those now invisible as we swipe left and right on telephone screens? We were wild Mindless with abandon Chasing laughter as laughter chased me We were unafraid the last children of the milk-float We didn’t know how lucky we had been! Whatever happened to the milkman? In that simpler time before technology. Could we ever have imagined, Just how alien the future was going to be? Did we ever say thank you to the milkman? or wave goodbye as the cart evaporated down the street, Whirling away with it the remnants, Of all what was to become a distant memory. MMKilha 2019