Generation to Generation

Generation to Generation

“When I was a lad”, my dad used to say,
“these were all fields,
aye, them were the days.
None of these shoe box
detached-terraced houses
with cars in the drive,
next to rockeries and roses.”

“Your mother and me walked that road there
in those days a lane,
no neighbours to stare.
Up that drive, past that front door,
that was the path
that went up to the moor.”

Now I’m older and I have a son,
The fields of my youth
Have long since gone.
The open spaces
Where I used to play,
When I was a lad, aye them were the days.

Written by: Peter Wiseman