Margarine Days

lost in those margarine days returning

Those big white sliced days

The bleached overalls of my learning

The ink smudge and the after school grudge

And the hungry plates of them and us

The H.P and the annual debt

The shopping queues

And the washing line heavy with all you could not get

In the january sales

The broken doors forced entry in to consumer paradise

For one day only!

Then the bleak dark mornings rising to loneliness

bills and loan sharks at the door

Dole and discontent

Strike and three day weeks

Flares and flares

Bad fashion and eating in

Mash and cuppa soup

Lights out early

Waxy candles melting into night

Again the tide is turning

The grey consumer shuffles in his council block

Keeping his dreams of 'kiss me quick'

Hidden in is old shoe box

And under his bed when he's found dead

A half eaten stick of brighten rock!

poem by Yvette Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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