The Old Stock

The Old Stock

My memories of my grand folks

Brings a big grin to my face

Sometimes makes me cry

For the simple lives they led

 

Both had nothing much to offer us

They worked hard for all they had

Proud never asked for any hand outs

But made up with kindness instead

 

Their showed loyalty to their neighbours

Witnessed hard times through their years

A lost tradition in the world today

Would have them turning in their graves

 

I used to visit them on weekends

My mum would take me on her bike

Friends called in to see them regularly

Chatting about old times that had gone

 

Those days a distant memory

Would be nice if they were there

I’ll never forget the old stock

Only for them I would not be here

Reviews

[Tom]

A warm tribute to the memories of your kin folk, touching indeed and neighbours looking out for each other ! Now there's a thing of the past I fear !

[Dr. Wood ?]

well this really needs a lilting tune playing calmly in the background...It does sound very Irish..which is meant as a compliment....Yes...go out and buy a violin

[minisla]

Or a fiddle in my case thanks Dr. Wood