Can anyone explain poem about morning by william meredith?

Whether it’s sunny or not, it’s sure

To be enormously complex—

Trees or streets outdoors, indoors whoever you share,

And yourself, thirsty, hungry, washing,

An attitude towards sex.

No wonder half of you wants to stay

With your head dark and wishing

Rather than take it all on again:

Weren’t you duped yesterday?

Things are not orderly here, no matter what they say.

But the clock goes off, if you have a dog

It wags, if you get up now you’ll be less

Late. Life is some kind of loathsome hag

Who is forever threatening to turn beautiful.

Now she gives you a quick toothpaste kiss

And puts a glass of cold cranberry juice,

Like a big fake garnet, in your hand.

Cranberry juice! You’re lucky, on the whole,

But there is a great deal about it you don’t understand

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