Back in the day I went to the pub
And had a few pints,
Drinking with friends,
Listening to music,
And singing the songs.
I now find my self
Still singing those songs,
And listening to that music,
But no longer down the pub.
I know I must be getting old,
As now I am cleaning the house
To that music,
That music I used to drink to.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some Saturday nights in the pub the 'singing beer' would be served and one of my friends would sing the song shown on the video.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
I am too a big fan of nostalgia… and a big fan of this poem thank you for sharing
So am I Ok, I look back with wonder at the fine life I have had. Thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Was I serving in that pub? Noooo, never! I would add water. lol.
No water in my ales back in the day Orchi!
Andy
I so know how that goes! And not just cleaning but other chores and jobs around the house and in the garden too on good days.
So true cb, music is important in our lives.
Andy
Ain’t that the truth. 😆
It sure is John.
Andy
Some days the nostalgia is a curse, others it is a blessing. Beautiful poem, love.
Nostalgia in my life is always wonderful Joan, I must be a very lucky man.
Andy
A likely story, Andy. Wot about ‘Roll out the Barrel’ and ‘Why, Why Delilah’….. Not to mention ‘My old Man Said Follow the Van’ and ‘Any Old Iron’?
I even know the words to all of those Dave, we used to sing those as well. LOL.
Andy
At least you fezzed up - no arty farty image after all....🙂
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