The Way of the World
This is the way of the world,
Cars lined up on grey tarmac under grey skies,
Sound my morning alarm.
The milk curdled before it meets my coffee …
Black then, with shades of grey to take the edge off.
The sea nearby is strident,
Laughing at my disgrace.
I wish I could travel back 5000 years,
And sail to the edge;
And black out the grey,
But instead I drown in the dregs,
Of scalding coffee,
And ride to work on the pain.
This is the way of the world.
Read by Lorraine Ansell
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Image: The western hemisphere of the Blue Marble, created in 2002. Credits: Image Credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory.
This poem is narrated by Lorraine Ansell, a British female voiceover professional.