Remember going shopping, or have you all forgot?
When shopkeepers, with a smile they’d say,
“Yes Sir, we have those things, in fact we stock the lot.”
Instead of what they say today and act as if they’re ill,
“No pal,” (sniff) “we ain’t got them, and we never bleedin’ will.”

Remember running for the bus and nearly being late,
The bus conductor would ring the bell and then shout,
“Come on, jump on mate.”
Today if you miss it, the driver loves to have his fun,
He will slow the bus, but close the doors, just to see you run.

Remember finding sixpence, lying on the floor.
All the sweets with it that you could buy,
Sherbet fountains, Spangles, midget gems galore.
Now when you find it, you look at it and frown,
The effort just to pick it up is not worth bending down.

Remember when you fell ill, for the Doctor he was sent,
He would be there, within the hour,
You didn’t have to wait ‘til after lent.
He would treat you with an ointment and tell you just to stay in bed,
The problem was, in the morning, you found that you were dead.

So it’s all right looking back and remembering how life it did compare,
But you must look at it with truthfulness and try to judge it fair.
For although we thought it better, decease was running rife,
Sometimes just to catch a simple ail,
Would take away your life.

So don’t moan about the days gone by, enjoy the ones you’ve got,
There are those out there worse off than you
And when you look, you’ve got a lot.
You try eating just a bowl of rice for the rest of all your days,
Then go; look at all the children, lying so young within their graves.