Roses
White Rose They tell you of when times were hard Folks shared toilets in the yard The darned socks on the washing line Dad digs coal down in the mine The view out from your back-to-back Is the panoramic black pit stack Life tarnished by the dirt and grime Children’s lungs smoked filled woodbines They tell you of when things were scarce And everything you had was shared Clothes handed down from child to child To subsidise dad’s pint of mild The coal fire and the old tin bath A holiday, you never... Sign in to see full entry.