In days gone by,
Things were great,
Not all this jealousy, anger and hate.
No one afraid to smile and greet
Folks as they passed them by on the street.
We ran an errand for old Mrs Jones,
Not shouted abuse and threw bottles and stones.
When parents cared enough for a child
To check them and stop them running wild,
Not running around acting like fools.
No, we had the courage to follow the rules.
So, young ones remember,
Before it's too late.
You have to grow old in this world you create
When you are old and weary and bad on your feet,
Would you like to meet someone like you on the street? By M Bridges
Harwood Vale, Bolton
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