AlamoPA Mailing List: A POEM I CAN RELATE TO !

[M.J. Trebenskie (skie999]

 

Subject:  A POEM I CAN RELATE TO !

 

 

 

 

 

A POEM I CAN RELATE TO !

 

I remember the bologna of my childhood,

And the bread that we cut with a knife,

When the children helped with the housework,

And the men went to work not the wife.

 

The cheese never needed a fridge,

And the bread was so crusty and hot,

The children were seldom unhappy

And the wife was content with her lot.

 

I remember the milk from the bottle,

With the yummy cream on the top,

Our dinner came hot from the oven,

And not from a freezer; or the shop.

 

The kids were a lot more contented,

They didn't need money for kicks,

Just a game with their friends in the road,

And sometimes the Saturday flicks.

 

I remember the shop on the corner,

Where cookies for pennies were sold

Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic?

Or is it....I'm just getting old?

 

 

The baths were taken in a #3 wash tub,

With plenty of rich foamy suds

But the ironing seemed never ending

As Mama pressed everyone's 'duds'.

 

I remember the slap on my backside,

And the taste of soap if I swore

Anorexia and diets weren't heard of

And we hadn't much choice what we wore.

 

Do you think that bruised our ego?

Or our initiative was destroyed?

We ate what was put on the table

And I think life was better enjoyed.

 

Author, Unfortunately  the Author  of this poem was imprisoned recently for attempting  to influence  youth into believing that life was better in the 40tys 50tys and 60tys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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