The Pattern of Life

We met, we married, a long time ago,

We worked long hours, when wages were low,

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

No cold water taps and a walk down the yard.

No holidays abroad, no posh carpet on the floor.

We had coal on the fire and no locks on the door

Our children arrived, no pills in those days

We brought them up without any state aid,

They were quite safe to play alone in the park,

And the old folk could go for a walk in the dark.

No Valium, no drugs, no L.S.D.

We cured our ills, with a nice cup of tea.

But if you were sick, you were treated at once,

Not, fill in a form, and come back in 6 months

No vandals, no muggings or robbings,

There was nothing to rob.

And we were quite rich .... on a couple of bob.

People were happy, back in those days

Kinder and caring, in so many ways.

Milkman, and paper boys would whistle and sing

A night at the pictures.... was our biggest fling

We all got our share of trouble and strife

And we just had to face the pattern of life

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

I don't think of bad times, the trouble and tears

I remember the blessings, I remember our love

That we could share them together

And thank God above
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