Born in 1940
A little poem I wrote to pass the time many years ago, I hope you enjoy it.
Born in 1940
Our childhood began with the sound of explosions
Screaming and shouting all kinds of emotions
Down to the shelters to keep safe and sound
The thud of the bombs as they hit the ground
To us this was life and just how it was
Our mother’s assurance that it wasn’t of course
To be stranded in streets with nowhere to hide
Look up at the bombers with mouths open wide
When it all ended people danced and they’d sing
They all hoped & wondered what the new world would bring
Gone is the sadness, the hardship and sorrow
Gone is the fear of what would happen tomorrow
The world was at peace, the children were playing
A new deal for people is what politicians were saying
The smell of the grass just after mowing
The stars in the sky, the moon big and glowing
The sound of the skylark as it sings and it hovers
The smell of the cornfields frequented by lovers
Oh for the days of childhood and games
Cowboys and Indians and girls with their prams
Days out at the seaside, or off to the Zoo
Sit on the hillsides and take in the view
Plenty of sweets and fruit of all kinds
As children we had so much to fill up our minds
Flying kites in the park or making a cart
Having fun was our aim and taking part
To draw back the curtains and revisit the past
We never thought that these times would not last
And now it is twilight and time to retire
Sitting at home, feet up by the fire
Collecting our pension and eking it out
But enjoying it all, is what life’s all about
Winter is coming and closing in fast
All we can do is to look back at the past
To remember the times when we were just young
But like the fat lady the song is just about sung
Written by: B.A.Bailey
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