The milkman
He had the innocence of milk.
His clothes were timid. His silence simple.
He used to say: why torture the words?
It seems to me I never heard him say: no.
The lips of his life were an endless 'yes'.
Background: my mother speaks.
He had the innocence of milk.
His clothes were timid. His silence simple.
He used to say: why torture the words?
It seems to me I never heard him say: no.
The lips of his life were an endless 'yes'.
Background: my mother speaks.