Good Times
Dads kick balls with sons in parks
Dogs running loose with excited barks
Crisp cold mornings freeze the breath in your mouth
The wind claims its victims, blowing cold from the South
Mums roast dinner, homemade gravy, on the hob.
Dad working on the docks, in a low paid job
Went out and bought the joint, with his bonus pay
It’s a mans job he says, cant wait til Friday
Warm wet beer in the pub after work
Women at home, in pinnies doing housework
Moaning men, in a cigarette cloud
Dusting, polishing, sweeping, just like their Mums #houseproud
Teenagers lounging on corners, in local scenes
Boys being brave, menacing , flattering talk wins Queens
Talking loudly, and flirting with each other
Girls batting lashes, with lipstick, looking like their Mothers
Times are changing, world moves on,
Looking back, at where the good times have gone