Rich In Love
What a confusing time that was, I had to grow up quick
Its was fun being a child, but we took a lot of stick.
There was no money, as most of us can say
But we did all sorts of things, and learnt lots of games to play.
There were no electronic games with colourful buttons to press
We were lucky to have a skipping rope, or maybe even less.
It was never a proper rope, with wooden handles on the end
It was usually a bit of baling string, and even that we would lend.
There was very little food and sometimes no roof over our heads
But we could all keep warm at night with six of us in a bed.
It could be fun getting up in the night
To run from the rent man, that always gave dad a fright.
Rent was due we had to run, who knew where, but it was fun.
I grew up poor but rich in love or that’s what I believed
But I promised myslef my kids, would never be that grieved.
We have worked hard, and given them all we didn’t have back then,
It’s seem to have worked because we find we have now turned out two men.
They love us and help in all the ways they know how,
They say "Mum and dad we thank you, we understand things now.
When we have children we want them to be
as happy as my brother and me."
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