Old Memories

OLD MEMORIES

I REMEMBER THE CHEESE OF MY CHILDHOOD

AND THE BREAD THAT WE CUT WITH A KNIFE

WHEN THE CHILDREN HELPED WITH THE HOUSEWORK

AND THE MEN WENT TO WORK NOT THE WIFE

THE CHEESE NEVER NEEDED A FRIDGE THEN

AND THE BREAD WAS SO CRUSTY AND HOT

THE CHILDREN WERE SELDOM UNHAPPY

AND THE WIFE SEEMED CONTENT WITH HER LOT

I REMEMBER THE MILK FROM THE BOTTLE

WITH THE YUMMY CREAM ON THE TOP

OUR DINNER CAME HOT FROM THE OVEN

NOT FROM THE FRIDGE IN THE SHOP

THE KIDS WERE A LOT MORE CONTENTED

THEY DIDN’T NEED MONEY FOR KICKS

JUST A GAME WITH THEIR MATES ON THE ROAD

AND SOMETIMES THE SATURDAY FLICKS

I ALSO REMEMBER THE SHOP ON THE CORNER

WHERE A PENNY WORTH OF SWEETS WAS SOLD

DO YOU THINK I’M JUST A BIT TOO NOSTALGIC

OR IS IT THAT I’M JUST GETTING TOO OLD

NOW THERE’S PHONES – FACEBOOK AND TABLETS

AND CONVERSATION IS A THING OF THE PAST

RESPECT HAS GONE OUT OF THE WINDOW

SO I HOPE MY OLD MEMORIES WILL LAST