WHEN I WERE YOUNG

Michael Edwards

 

 

WHEN I WERE YOUNG 

 

‘When I were young we kept the key

dangling on a piece of string

I’d reach in through the letter flap

and grab the dangling key therein’

Said Jim

 

‘When I were young I kept a key

around my neck upon a string

and every night when I got home

I’d use the key to enter in’

Said Fin.

 

‘When I were young we had no lock

we had no key nor phone

and if a burglar came indoors

we’d ask him for a loan’

Said Sean.

 

‘When I were young we were so poor

we  didn’t even have a door’

Said I

 

 

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 3rd, 2019 01:08
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  • Goldfinch60

    Thank you Michael - I am still laughing as I write these words.

    https://youtu.be/VAdlkunflRs

  • Neville

    and we all lived in the bottom of a lake in a paper bag.. he smiled knowingly..... Aye.. them were the days......... Great stuff here our Michael..... Neville

    • Michael Edwards

      Them were the days indeed - recalling only yesterday how our Doctor worked on his own from his own house. His front room was his waiting room and there was no such thing as getting an appointment - you simply went along.

      • Neville

        tis a crying shame & they call it progress....

      • Suresh

        When I was young, they gave me a key, but took the door away.

        Really enjoyable piece

        • Michael Edwards

          And used the door to bridge the moat - thanks kindly Suresh.

        • orchidee

          A fine write and pic M. It reminds me - are we meeting Dora Berles for lunch?.

          • Michael Edwards

            Yes - and Eddy Berles

            • orchidee

              There's millions of these Berles. They pop up everywhere! You got that door put on your house yet?

            • ANGELA & BRIAN

              Good Morning UNCLE MIKE : Angela here 9pm and all is well ! Thanks for the Tale of Three Keys and no Door ! I was born in 1988 in an affluent Family so I have never known Poverty but I have felt it in Mexico & S America & Africa. We support Christian Aid ! Love the Village Scene very nostalgic. Please visit *A QUESTION OF SPORT* Thanks !

              Blessings to YOU & YOURS
              Yours ANGELA & BRIAN 🧡🧡🧡🧡

            • dusk arising

              When i wo' young, on a cold night me dad would suck a peppermint and we'd all sit round his tongue to get warm



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