A winters tale............
As a child I never wondered,What life we could have had.
I never blamed society,
Or questioned my Mam and Dad.
Though now as an adult I realise,
How tough a life we led.
Cold, cold winters in a council house,
Sharing my sisters bed.
Cold, cold nights, bleak and damp,
Icicles on the windows inside.
For years I suffered from whooping cough,
And twice I nearly died.
I remember Mam burning shoes and toys,
Just to try and keep us warm.
But that was the only thing we knew,
To us it was the norm'.
Money wasn't really a problem,
But the beer and bingo took hold.
That shows off my parents priorities,
And it wasn't us kids being cold............
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