Be thankful for what you’ve got !
Is what my parents said…
This was just a saying,
Which was always in my head…
Yes I was really thankful,
For those holey pants I wore…
The hand me downs from my brother,
That dragged along the floor…
Life seemed quite okay,
When you did what you were told…
But if you bent the rules a bit,
You would be left out in the cold…
Because when you got into trouble,
You were told wait for dad…
For when he got home from work,
He dealt the punishment you had…
If you had mucked around,
You were sent into your room…
Without a scrap of dinner,
Just waiting for your doom…
It’s then you would be grounded,
Without a soul to see…
A loner from the world,
Like an outcast refugee…
Yes, life was full of surprises,
For those who did things wrong…
Like the old man’s leather strap,
Or the wrath of his rubber thong…
Rules are rules,
They are iron clad…
There put in place,
By Mum and Dad….
And some years later,
As I look back…
There was nothing wrong,
With a good old whack…
Boundaries were set,
Which you would not cross…
As they were enforced,
By the one who’s boss…
Do things right,
And life is sweet…
And those rule breakers,
Will feel the heat…
Len Newey 2016