The good old days

Christine sent in this lovely poem we just had to share with you. The author is anonymous.

We met and we married a long time ago,

We worked for long hours when wages were low.

No TV, no wireless, no bath – times were hard,

Just a cold water tap and a walk in the yard.

No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors.

We had coal on the fire and we didn’t lock doors.

Our children arrived, no pill in those days.

And we brought them up without any state aid.

They were safe going out to play in the park,

Any old folks could go for a walk in the dark.

No valium, no drugs and no LSD,

We cured most 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 happy in those far off days,

Kinder and caring in so many ways.

Milkmen and paperboys would whistle and sing,

A night at the pictures was our one mad fling.

We all had our share of troubles and strife,

We just had to face it being the pattern of life.

Now I’m alone looking back through the years,

I don’t think of the bad times, trouble or tears.

I remember the blessings, our home and our love,

And that we shared them together and I thank God above.

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