Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

Newspaper article Evening Chronicle (Newcastle, England)

Poem of the Day

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Doon wor way Scattered pictures, memories in an aging and confused mind, Thinking back to happier times, where somehow life though cruel now seems kind, Working long hours, newly married, struggling to make a go Of our lives, with all the mod cons yet to appear in wor terraced row, No spare cash, no inside loo or hot water or telly, just a coal fire and wireless, No holidays, fitted carpets or cars, only the odd bus, train or tram at best, No supermarket, or home delivery, just a corner shop with variety unknown, The local Co-op store, slicing bacon, butter, cheese and uncut bread white only, nee brown, Terrible winters, no fuel allowance, only gas lamps to see the way, Heavy shadows, mended and darned clothes, never new, and no toys to play, No locked doors, nowt to pinch, no vandals or muggings, with nowt to rob, Rich beyond compare, if in our pocket we found a couple of bob, People always cheery, 'good morning' greetings, children laughing, out and about, Playing in back streets with anything at hand, no cheek, or we'd get a clout, There's less poverty now I suppose, yet it seems we've learnt nowt about folk, Nowadays there's few simple things, like a walk, a family game, or a trip to the park, Everything's so fast, so hurry-scurry, no more conversation or idle chats or neighbourly care, I'm old, and maybe a bit nostalgic, but I do enjoy my scattered pictures of the way we were. …

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