A Winters Tale

A Winters tale........................... As a child I never wondered, What life we could have had. I never blamed society, Or questioned my Mum and Dad. Though now as an adult I realise, How tough a life we led. Cold, cold winters in a council house, Sharing my sisters bed. Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp, Icicles on the windows inside. For years I suffered from whooping cough, Twice I nearly died. I remember us burning, shoes and toys, Just to try and keep us warm. But that was the only thing we knew, To us it was the norm'. Money was never a problem, But the beer and gambling took hold. That shows off my parents priorities, And it wasn't us kids being cold............