Poor, but Blessed in the Old Days
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 holiday 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 of 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 happy in those far off days
Kinder and caring in so many ways.
Milkman and paper boy would whistle and sing
A night at the pictures was our one mad fling
We all got our share of troubles and strife
We just had to face it – that’s the pattern of life.
Now I’m alone and look back through the years
I don’t think of the bad times, trouble and tears
I remember the blessings, our home and our love
And that we shared them together I thank God above.
Author Unknown