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