A Poem

I have no idea where this Poem originates from, but it has made a signifiant impression on a close family member. I share it here in the hope someone else stumbles across it someday. It amuses me the no wireless has new meaning, these days it often means Internet access, where as to the older generation its a radio.

We met and married a long time ago
We worked long hours when wages were low
No telly, no wireless, no bath, for times were hard
Just cold water tap and a walk up the yard
No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors
We put coal on the fire and never locked doors
Our children arrived to fill in those days
We bought them up without any state aid
They were quite safe to play in the park
And the old folk could go for a walk in the dark
No valium, no drugs, no LSD
We cured most our ills with a good cup of tea
If you were sick you were treated at once
No fill in the forms and come back in 6 months
No vandals, no mugging, there was nothing to rob
We felt rich with a couple of bob
People seemed happier in those far off days
Kinder and caring in so many ways
Milkmen and paperboys would whistle and sing
A night at the pictures was quite a mad fling
We all had our share of troubles and strife
We just had to face it that’s the pattern of life
But now I’m alone I look back through the years
I don’t think of the badtimes the trouble and tears
I remember the blessings, our home and the love
And that we shared together
I thank god above

RIP Nan.