In times past people spoke to the neighbour's. They never locked doors, the grocer asked how's your ma? The buses had conductors who kept the peace! Children played marbles and hide and seek! The ragman, the coalman, milkman, wee pokes of chips in newspapers! Sweeties in big jars! All gone in the winds of time.
Michael Cochrane © 2022
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I would like to translate this poem
So true.Thank you for sharing your vision of nostalgia.
Many thanks for your kindness and lovely comments