We were standing around talking about the world
When the oldest of us took a swig and told of how he felt
There were golden times in those years in the world of us
We lived and worked together without much of a fuss
He massaged his chin and looked off in the distance
Back then we didn't worry about tomorrow it didn't make sense
We worked hard each day and knew we'd won it hard
The villains were defeated in the war with our victory not marred
We didn't need more than enough to make our own way
To be alive in a sunny place was all that held us in our sway
The criminals who were around didn't stand a chance
We could leave home without locking doors at a glance
Life was simpler then - there was no mobile or Internet
If you wanted to speak to someone you would meet or get
To a landline telephone usually at a neighbour's house
And youngsters played in the sun - it was pretty grouse
The only car I would ever buy was Australian made
A Holden, Chrysler or Ford would make the grade
I could service each one I ever owned in my garage
In the fifties and the sixties there was the golden age
He sighed and continued on with his saga nearly told
Thinking he could talk of this subject not getting old
It would seem his yesterdays were such golden times
The present would not measure up in his mind.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The villains were defeated in the war with our victory not marred We didn't need more than enough to make our own way To be alive in a sunny place was all that held us in our sway It was really a beautiful and golden era. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem. 10 for it. Subhas