City clock tower echoes with the chimes of much too early morning.
The woman in the large car kisses him goodbye.
Off to work we all go, hi **.
Don't know any of them.
Foreigners sit and chat, jibber jabber.
Can of pop at breakfast.
That's just me.
Lacking rhythm posting rhyme.
It's just gone 07.
Off to heaven, on the back of the first thing bus.
Half alive, half dead.
On my way to make some bread.
Hey hey..!
Fun and sunshine.
Medicine pots.
Elderly ladies, hats with spots.
Sat in the sun, neath the parasol.
The clock bell, it's been out of sorts.
A new bell and old tower.
Elderly people who're sharing my hours.
You help me to live while I'm helping you.
(c) Livvi