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I remember the cheese of my childhood
And the bread we that cut with a knife
The children who helped with the housework
And the man went to work, not the wife.
The cheese never needed an ice-chest
The bread was all crusty and hot
The children all seemed to be happy
And the wife content with her lot.
I remember the milk from the billy
With the lovely rich cream on the top
And the dinners straight from the oven
And not from the 'fridge in the shop.
The kids were a lot more contented
They didn't need money for kicks
But a game with their mates in the paddock
And sometimes the Saturday 'Flicks'
I remember the shop on the corner
Where a penn'worth of lollies was sold
Do you think I'm a bit too nostalgic
Or is it I'm just getting old.
By Unknown Poet |
