The Old Stock Poem by mini sla

The Old Stock

My memories of my grand folks

Brings a big grin to my face

Sometimes makes me cry

For the simple lives they led



Both had nothing much to offer us

They worked hard for all they had

Proud never asked for any hand outs

But made up with kindness instead



Their showed loyalty to their neighbours

Witnessed hard times through their years

A lost tradition in the world today

Would have them turning in their graves



I used to visit them on weekends

My mum would take me on her bike

Friends called in to see them regularly

Chatting about old times that had gone



Those days a distant memory

Would be nice if they were there

I’ll never forget the old stock

Only for them I would not be here