The good old days 💕

To the good old days of childhood that my memory can find..

Those endless hours at school, sat chatting in the class

Oh if I had only tried harder but then I was just a young lass..

Tho I didn’t dislike school, English language was my best 

Along with art and music.. I wasn’t that bothered about the rest..

I guess l muddled on through, without a care in the world

Then how was I to know what destiny would unfurled..

Looking back I realise that I talked far too much

I had alot of chums so we nattered as such..

Could I have been a scientist ?well probably not

But then again I wasn’t ignorant when I was put on the spot.. 

Just above averave in my exams at school

Tho in English language I would say I was nobody’s fool..

So perhap’s I could have become a teacher learning kids the A..B..C’s

Or giving lessons on Mother nature about the birds and bees..

Alas I didn’t go to college to further my education

But back in those days of old no one had heard of graduation.. 

Well not where I lived in my little home town

Graduation meant a hill going up and down..

Well after serving stints as a waitress in our local cafes and hotels

I took a job at sixteen in Pringle’s factory making knitwear that sells.. 

Those good old days were great, I would not change a single thing