Proud Of My Poverty

Syd, this just epically and most poetically sums up every poor kids growing up memories then it seems to later switch gears as the jackboot of Thatcherism  ominously emerges and impresses on the poor more hardships..
At least she couldn't tax and snatch away your memories.
Great poem and can relate dearly to.
Thanks Syd for writing how it was and still is for many and stay poetry frosty.
And you call them Spuggy's, here in Wales we call them Spadgy's.

Syd man, Glad she failed on your memory issue and I most certainly can relate to everything you have served up here!
Been out of the poetry loop on here for 8 months myself, just feeling my feet again.
And I love cider and I'd be hard pressed to think of better drink.
Sorry about that and good night Syd.

Syd I love this truly....most of all I understand it. Best line for me ...
'We can almost afford council houses
To fit around our TVs'...never a truer word said... made me smile 😊
 

Syd, well put in a nice rhythm, such a contrast from the contents and yes, it pays to remember where you come from (as artists my mum and stepfather were never rich. We regularly shared 3 porkchops with six people). The old farmhouse was to be demolished in favour of a thourough fare (which happily did not get realised). The rent was cheap but one winter morning I woke next to a frozen cup of tea, whuch I only drank half the night before🍵🤣. I am glad to be relatively well off nowadays (able to live the life we like to live (childless by choice due to the consequences of wring parents on both sides). Yes, I remember and appreciate the efforts of my mum to sort of raise us decent) hmm, I was into Punk rock 45 years ago 😂😭... Aye, I like this poem