Growing up Growing Down

Growing up Growing Down

I grew up in a world of ice morning cold milk

Till the milk snatcher came along.

I grew up in a world of comprehensive learning

Till the school thieve came along.

I grew up in a world of care from cradle to grave

Till the tax dodger came along.

I grew up in a world were that old custom

You know that one, were you actually helped one another.

Till the sharks and their feeding frenzy came along.

The NHS was our crown jewel of civilization.

We had aspirations long before the lecture from No 10.

What do you wanna do when you grow up son?

Football player, teacher, explorer, musician, or writer perhaps

All gone for a song new aspiration is simple

To find a meal to get through the next day

Growing down now the tears on my face roll along

Quiet though hush don’t tell them.

They may bottle your tears

And sell it for a sum

Martin Hickman©May2015