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Golden Grey

Contributed by jonteD on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 06:33:59 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



In the days of black and white,
Life was grey and a fight,
Hand to mouth, day to day,
Living on me Dad's meagre pay.

We didnt know what was butter,
Didnt argue or even mutter,
If Mum said go to bed,
Off you went or clipped on head.

From time to time a suit at the door,
Gave him money but he wanted more,
Tried to push his way into the hall,
Until our dog bit away half his balls.

We were scruffy and we were poor,
The sort of family charities adore,
But we lacked for nothing in terms of love,
What we had we thanked Dad and God above.

We had no family holiday to the coast,
Nor odour from kitchen of Sunday roast,
No car, no plush sofa to sit beneath,
In our family luxury was having set of teeth.

Looking back at those golden grey days,
My life has changed in so many ways,
And for what I now have I am very glad,
So thank you Mum, and thank you Dad.




Copyright © jonteD ... [ 2005-01-26 06:33:59]
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Re: Golden Grey (User Rating: 1 )
by Rhymingron on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 06:55:37 AM AEST
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I can identify with this one. Good write.


Re: Golden Grey (User Rating: 1 )
by Whitelightning77 on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 08:52:33 AM AEST
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clipped on the head or whacked on rear - cna definitely identify!

thanks for sharing


Re: Golden Grey (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 10:36:49 AM AEST
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Oh Jon.....I am so happy to see you writing again......I simply love this.....and can also identify.
Good write, Mr Keen...
((hugs))
Jenni K


Re: Golden Grey (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 05:08:35 PM AEST
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awww... sweet:) hugs n' love nessa

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