We often say how bad we are off,
And that money is getting low...
But just think of other our mates,
All those years ago...
The depression had bought,
It’s share of humiliation...
People sleeping in streets,
Without accommodation...
Not being able to afford,
A room for just ten bob...
As most of them were broke
Lost without a job...
It must of been hard to survive,
With little or no money...
To have dripping on their bread...
Instead of jam or honey...
Mouths to feed,
And all those bills to pay...
Be thankful for what we have,
Each and everyday...
Len Newey