1 As Time Goes By Sun 03 Apr 2016, 17:23
Ajays
Life time member
As Time Goes By
So the 14th of November Nineteen Twenty Eight,
Means nothing to you, yet it’s a special date,
To me it is notable it’s the day of my birth,
Almost eighty-eight years since I came to this earth,
A life full of learning, happy days , some sad,
But on the whole it’s not been too bad,
My family and friends I sing high their praises,
Some strangers I’ve met in man’s seven phases.
Wonderful times through those years of my teens,
I had lots of energy; I was full of beans,
New suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place,
Girls had stiff petticoats that were trimmed with lace,
Court shoes, high heels, straight seams in nylon hose,
On Saturday night at the dance they would pose,
So slim, so feminine, rustling skirts broke the hush,
Of course in those days my thoughts made me blush.
At my age I sit and watch the girls going past,
Most fat and unkempt; their marriages don’t last,
They all wear the same, the uniform of teens,
Tight trousers, anoraks, fag ash and jeans,
Politeness, respect, it’s all going downhill,
It’s been like this since they introduced the pill,
Kids with no Dad but with money to burn,
It all spells disaster, will they never learn.
Let’s get back to those days when a man and his word,
You could rely on, and a woman to swear was not heard,
Why can’t we all try to consume fewer calories?
Get back to basics, not material things and higher salaries,
When discipline at schools is administered don’t moan,
After all said and done this should be taught in the home,
Lets teach deportment, honesty and charm,
Teach children these ideals, then there’s no cause for alarm.
A.J.Grant.
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So the 14th of November Nineteen Twenty Eight,
Means nothing to you, yet it’s a special date,
To me it is notable it’s the day of my birth,
Almost eighty-eight years since I came to this earth,
A life full of learning, happy days , some sad,
But on the whole it’s not been too bad,
My family and friends I sing high their praises,
Some strangers I’ve met in man’s seven phases.
Wonderful times through those years of my teens,
I had lots of energy; I was full of beans,
New suits, clean-shaven, not a hair out of place,
Girls had stiff petticoats that were trimmed with lace,
Court shoes, high heels, straight seams in nylon hose,
On Saturday night at the dance they would pose,
So slim, so feminine, rustling skirts broke the hush,
Of course in those days my thoughts made me blush.
At my age I sit and watch the girls going past,
Most fat and unkempt; their marriages don’t last,
They all wear the same, the uniform of teens,
Tight trousers, anoraks, fag ash and jeans,
Politeness, respect, it’s all going downhill,
It’s been like this since they introduced the pill,
Kids with no Dad but with money to burn,
It all spells disaster, will they never learn.
Let’s get back to those days when a man and his word,
You could rely on, and a woman to swear was not heard,
Why can’t we all try to consume fewer calories?
Get back to basics, not material things and higher salaries,
When discipline at schools is administered don’t moan,
After all said and done this should be taught in the home,
Lets teach deportment, honesty and charm,
Teach children these ideals, then there’s no cause for alarm.
A.J.Grant.
Copyright