Yesterday remembered
 

The milkman delivered the bottles
The coal man kept us warm
Queuing to make a phone call
Was once considered the norm

We all had hand me down clothes
We also had our Sunday best
When Elvis shook his hips
Not everyone was impressed

Passed love letters in the classroom
Played marbles on a drain
If mum didn't have our pocket money
We wouldn't dare complain

We were told smoking was good for us
So we thought we'd give it a try
We coughed and choked and spluttered
And we never questioned why

We collected matchboxes and stamps
Played penny up the wall
Could play outside for hours
If someone had a ball

Wages still came in a packet
Seemingly bursting at the seams
A holiday in foreign lands
Was simply the stuff of dreams

Dad would be down the pub
On the day he got his wages
We'd never heard of google
We simply had the yellow pages

We took back the empty bottles
For pieces of silver and gold
We went to market and jumble sales
For the bargains being sold

We took pride in where we lived
Those streets on which we grew
Some may say its better now
I'm not so sure that's true

We kids had a sip of babycham
Or sneaked a drop of dad's beer
Looking back it seems so innocent
Those glorious days of yesteryear

Credit to
Danny Fenn the boleyn poet ©

Very good

macafee2

I remember it all bob. Too true and always will be remembered ....