My Generation

My Generation My generation had nothing but imagination Growing up on the outskirts of Dublin city working families all around bound to make the best of every pound nothing came easy to anyone but the community spirit was strong you could count on your hand from a thousand men going to collage back then trades and factories most did do fifteen clock card for you all was well then evil did fall heroin blackened the community hall rising up to this bad spell communities began to ring the bells addiction centres opened there doors revolving for evermore sport and education hope and destination next generation