They Were
We always found some magic in the little things in life
Never worrying about material things the way people do now
There was no extra income, barely making ends meet
But we always made it through the hard times somehow
Struggling was a way of life, not a reason to complain
Helping out your neighbor was just the way that things were done
Men worked in the mines, women worked in the home
Everyone was busy long after the setting sun
There were no governmental dependents waiting for a check
No entitlement minded robots like we have today
We were responsible for our own support
The world owed us nothing, we all paid our own way
They were better days just struggling to survive
We had a sense of purpose, thanking God we were alive
Sometimes I cry for yesterday when life was so very hard
Our lives may have been embattled but our wills were never scarred
We had little materialistically, without a spoon to stir
If you ask if they were harsher days, I’ll tell you yes, they were
We had love and understanding no matter what would occur
If you ask me if they were better days, I’ll tell you yes, they were.
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