Door Industry Journal - Summer 2019

Also online at: Take a Break 129 THE door industry journal summer 2019 A poem about life as it was We met and married a long time ago, we worked long hours when wages were low. No telly, no bath, for times were hard, just a cold water tap and a walk in the yard. No holidays abroad, no carpets on floors, we’d coal on the fire and didn’t lock doors. Our children arrived (no Pill in those days), we brought them up without any state aid. They were safe going out to play in the park, and old folk could go for a walk in the dark. No valium, drugs and no LSD, we cured most of our ill with a good cup of tea. No vandals, no muggings (not much to rob), we felt we were rich with a couple of bob. People seemed happier in those far off days, kinder and caring in so many ways. Milkmen and paperboys would whistle and sing, a night at the pictures was quite a mad fling. We got our share of troubles and strife, but we had to face it - the Pattern of Life. Don’t you just hate it when you wake up to find a Cat sleeping on the roof of your car?

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