Rose Colored Memories

It’s easy to remember the good times Never thinking about the pain Rose colored memories of sunshine We forgot about the rain Times were so much harder then Sometimes not a penny to our name Fighting just to make ends meet But I’d go back there just the same It seems we were much poorer No luxuries I recollect But we worked for what we wanted We had a sense of self-respect There was an old coal stove in the living room That would heat our home at winter’s start But the real warmth was generated By the love within our heart Sometimes the car wouldn’t start It had a manual choke We’d push it to catch it in gear If we had a dime we weren’t broke If you had chicken pox or measles They’d put a sign on your front door We had hand me downs to wear And credit at the grocery store Everyone worked somewhere Most of them at the mine Mom did the wash with a wringer washer And hung the clothes out on the line So I’ll take those rose colored memories As though they were a priceless work of art And put them where they will be safe Deep inside my heart.