Growing Up In the 70's

I was in matric, class of seventy nine With so much to do, I was losing my mind The year before, my baby brother came Since then, life was never the same Thrilled and excited to have him around We watched him for hours crawling on the ground Babysitting was an extra chore Cooking , cleaning and so much more My parents worked hard to make ends meet When home, at least they could put up their feet Studying began some time after ten When everyone settled, I scribbled with my pen I could not wait for the year to end To get a job and lots of money to spend I went to the shop with only one aim To buy a newspaper to look for my name Frantically paging, I searched for a while A sigh of relief, a chuckle, a smile.