Times of old

We met and we married a long time ago We worked long hours when wages were low, No TV, no wireless, no baths, times were hard Just cold taps and a walk in the yard. No holidays abroad, no posh carpets on the floors, But we had coal on the fire and we didn't lock doors. Our children arrived, a real home we made And we brought them up without state aid. They were always safe to go play in the park That's when old people could go out in the dark. No Vandals, no mugging, there was nothing to rob And we all felt rich with a couple of bob. Milkmen and paper boys would whistle and sing, A night at the pictures was having a fling. We had our full share of struggle and strife, We just had to face it - the pattern of life. But now we are old, I look back through the years I don't think of the hard times, the troubles, the tears, I remember the blessings, our home and our love We shared them together and thanked God above. Author unknown

 

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