Good Old Days

I remember the smell of the polish The hissing of steam from the pots The songs on the radio playing And my nose dripping with snot Mum would grab me and wipe it With a dexterity practised before Leaving my nose like a beacon Me screeching as I went out the door My older sisters were singing As they , the house chores fulfilled The sun cut a beam through the window And there on the Lino it spilled Dust particles in its light they floated Not seen when its power was gone Yet they danced to the radio music As the sun through the window it shone These days are now but a memory But oh what a treasure they are Nothing I have can replace them Neither jewel nor silver nor car