11/06/2023
We met we married a long time ago,
We worked long hours and wages were low, No telly ‚no radio, no bath, times were hard,
Just a cold tap and a loo up the yard.
No trips abroad, no carpets on floors,
We had coal on the fire and never locked doors, The children arrived - no choice in those days, And we brought them all up without any State aid.
No va**um, no drugs, and no L*D
We soothed away pain with a nice cup of tea
If you were sick you were treated at once-
No filling out forms and come back in a month.
No vandals, no mugging - we'd now to rob, In fact you were rich with a couple of bob.
People were happier in those far off days, Kinder, more caring in so many ways.
Milkmen and paperboys would whistle and sing.
A night at the flicks was a wonderful thing.
We had our troubles, we had our strife, We just had to face them, t'was all part of life.
Now I'm alone 1 look back through the years, I don't think of troubles, the bad times and tears, I remember the blessing, a home filled with love, We shared them together, and I thank God above. Written by my late father....
Jack O Byrne
