THE GOOD OLD DAYS
We met, we married, a long time ago,
He worked for long hours and wages were low,
No telly, no radio, no bath; times were hard,
Just a cold water tap and a walk up the yard.
No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors
We had coal on the fire - we never locked doors,
Our children arrived - no pill in those days,
And we brought them up without the State Aid,
No valium, no drugs, no LSD,
We cured our pains with a good cup of tea.
If you were sick you were treated at once,
Not fill in a form and come back next month,
No vandals, no muggings, there was nowt to rob,
In fact you were rich with a couple of bob.
People were happier in those far-off days,
Kinder and caring in so many ways.
Milkmen and paper boys would whistle and sing,
And a night at the flicks was a wonderful thing.
Oh, we had to face our share of troubles and strife,
But we had to face it, that was life.
But now I'm alone and look back through the years,
I don't think of bad times, the trouble and tears,
I remember the blessings of our home, and love,
We shared them together, and I thank God!
------from Tintern Village Website (Wales)