THE GOOD OLD DAYS

We met and we married a long time ago,
we worked for long hours - wages were low,
No TV no wireless, no bath; times were hard
Just a cold water tap and a loo in the yard.

No holidays abroad, no carpets on the floor,
we burned coal on the fire, no locks on the door.
Our children arrived (no pill in those days!),
and we brought them up without State aid,

They were safe going out to play in the park,
and old folk could go for a walk in the dark.
No Valium, no drugs, no LSD.
We cured our ills with a good cup of tea,

No vandals, no muggings - there was nothing to rob;
we felt we were rich with a couple of bob.
People were happier on those in those far off days,
Kinder and caring in so many ways,

Milkmen and paperboy would whistle and sing,
a night at the pictures was our one mad fling.
We all got our share of trouble and strife,
we all had to face it - that's the pattern of life.

Now I'm alone, I look back through the years,
I don't think of bad times, trouble and tears;
I remember the blessings, our home and our love.
That we shared together, I thank God above.

by Lily Hewitt