A young lads best day!

I knew that times were hard for them, and that money was so scarce,
I remember Mother counting pennies slowly from her purse,
The pitying look upon her face, when she had ‘overspent’,
And the struggle that my parents had, – to save the weekly ‘rent’.

But this would alter, times would change, this lad would get a job,
The local ‘Pit’, would set him on, – this lad would earn a ‘bob’,
And this would be my glory, – the best day I ever had,
Handing my first pay – packet, – to my Mom and Dad.

For fifteen years, they struggled, – now the struggle I had changed,
‘A worker’ now, was this young lad, now their life could re – arrange,
Just three pounds did they take from me, the rest was mine to keep,
But to see the smile on my Mom’s face, would make this young lad weep.

I wept with pride for what they had done, in the barren years of war,
To hold a home together, when all was bleak before,
And I wept myself for my own pride, – for what I did that day,
When I stood there, – a mining lad, and said. – “Here you are Mom, – here’s my pay! “.

Rest in Perfect Peace, Mom and Dad, ( Sally and Jim ). God Bless you both for being. “Mine”
Mick. (Your babby) xxxx

(Copyright Michael Westwood 2015)
NOTE:
My first ‘Pay-packet’, in total, was £4.- 17s – 6d.
So I had £1.- 17s – 6d. for myself, – I felt like a King !
Mick.