Patterns of Life

We met, we married - a long time ago,

We worked long hours when wages were low;

No TV, no wireless, no bath - times were hard,

Just a cold water tap and a walk down the yard.

No holidays abroad, no posh carpet on the floor,

But we had coal on the fire and we didn't need to lock the door;

Our children arrived, no pills in those days,

And we brought them up without State Aid.

They were quite safe to go and 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 of our ills with a nice cup of tea.

But if you were sick you were treated at once.

Not fill out the form and come back in six months

No vandals, no mugging, there was nothing to rob,

And we were quite rich on a couple of bob.

People were happy in those far off days,

Kinder and caring in so many ways;

Milkmen and paper boys used to whistle and sing,

A night at the pictures was our mad thing.

We all got our share of trouble and strife,

and we just had to face if - the patterns of life;

But now I,m alone and look back through the years,

I don't think of bad times- the troubles and tears.

I remember the blessings our home and our love,

And that we could share them together,

And thank God above.

Norma Adamson