Changing Times – A Poem About Old Age

We met and married a long time ago,
We worked for long hours when wages were low,
No TV, no wireless, no bath – timed 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 fires 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,
And old folk could go out 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 happier in those far off days,
Kinder and caring in so many ways

Milkman and paperboy 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, t’was the pattern of life.

Now I am alone, I look back through the years
I don’t think of the bad times, the troubles and tears,
I remember the blessings, our home and our love,
That we shared them together, I thank God above!