The yesteryear days bring thoughts to mind
when folk were sociable, good and kind
even through the war we survived with a smile
clothing coupons, ration books were all a trial.
We had air raid shelters, gas masks, and Doodle Bugs too.
but people were caring, loving and true
was it the war and old fashioned ways
that made life fuller in those dark days?
Walking the lanes many years ago
there was no heavy traffic and life was slow
cycling was a pleasure and I covered many miles
gathering blackberries and climbing stiles
scrumping apples and speeding on my bike
no hands on the bars was sheers delight.
How lovely to know I was a sprightly thing
a joy to laugh and wonderful songs to sing,
years pass by, life changes, not always for the best
people forget to smile and have no words of jest.
much love is missing in this day and age
it is speed, drink and drugs that are all the rage
so living on our memories we folk that are old
along with our sad ones and those that are gold.