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, can’t 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