Hard Times?

The kids are in bed, there's dishes to do Washing, ironing, paperwork too, Children, office, housework, sometimes I find life hard But it isn't really, not when it's compared To my mum's, who rose up early and was never late Lighting the coal fire that was sitting in the grate, She then cooked breakfast on a range, Haaven't things for me now changed. Over the range for hours mum would slave Cooking meals, wheras I have a microwave And a vacuum to clean this house of mine Mum used to beat rugs on her washing line. I have central heating to keep the house warm For my waking up by electric alarm Straight into the bathroom to have a shower With instant hot water, mum had to wait hours For the water to boil, for her dolly tub With its mangle, her weeks washing to scrub, A washing machine daily, washes my clothes What I'd do without it, heaven knows. And only a larder and pantry had mum No fridges, or freezers with meals ready done Between rudding steps and range black leading, She would always make time, for games and for reading, My children son't bother to go out to play They stay in their rooms, on computers all day, I guess each generation has its 'hard times' I suppose at the moment, this must be mine, But, on reflection of the life my mum had I call myself lucky, my 'hard time's' not so bad!