My Milk Man

I could hear the milk man]
he drives not early down my lane
he comes in his bike as late as he can
 brings fresh milk  don the lane
 he does not knock or press the buzzer
 he comes slowly to my gate
 raises his bike with a slight pressure
 an indication that he is in my gate
 I rush to pick up the  milk pouch
 sometimes he is there to greet me
 most times he places it on my pillar  stout
 had been happier had I exchanged a word
 has

 he has many more houses to go around
 so motors down the surrounds.