Poem: The Hustle and Bustle of Life

Am writing this poem based on my exprerience of Life.
I believe you will enjoy reading this poem

We are sleeping and possibly dreaming,
While others are working and possibly dreaming,
We wake up in the morning to the first signs of life,
"Like the chirping of the birds, Thats nice."
Sun penetrating through softly coloured curtains,
Bringing in rainbows that are to all uncertain,
The milk bottles rattle with thier crates into battle,
The pitter patter of feet rushing faster,
The mumbo jumbo of the human cry,
Motors turning till the seas run dry.
Having contacted fire the tigers roars,
and then faded out crying for more.
The humans stir wearily from their beds
With thier feet on the ground nearest thier heads,
With a quick change and freshening up,
Someone thinks of the washing up,
But not before, another cup and another cup, till they wake up,
The someone slips a paper through the door,

With time for the headlines and time for no more,
So on goes the radio, on full blast
With time for the radio, on full blast
With time for the headlined and the small print last.
Fires fended or fires out.
Checking the electric or gasses about
Locking the doors, front door, back door,
Slide door, garage door, how many more.
Rechecking these points like i have just said,
And then say to yourself.
I've just started

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