mini sla

Rookie (Ireland)

The Old Stock - Poem by mini sla

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

Listen to this poem:

Comments about The Old Stock by mini sla

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013

[Hata Bildir]