All our yesterdays
Cast your minds back to yesteryear
When people talked and cared and gave good cheer
Amongst their neighbors and friends and families far and near.
When we were young we all played and we shared,
We laughed and we cared.
We had intent, we had belief;
We played hopscotch and marbles on the back street.
We shared our troubles, we halved our worries, we talked face to
We knew everyone here and there and all around the place.
We didn’t have resources, we made it up as we went along.
We holidayed in Blackpool and not far flung.
We’d eat chips on a Friday and Ma would pay the rent.
We’d holiday with the Morris Minor and the leaking tent.
Our whole neighborhood was a household - your troubles always shared.
When a neighbor was down on his luck, the whole street would have
And rallied round to help as next week it could be them
And the street would dig deep and place a penny in the collecting
Hugs and smiles and kind words and deeds
From neighborly help in allotments and planting of seeds
Which grew the vegetables and fruit to feed the street -
Lettuce and potatoes and blood red beet.
The magic of those golden days were a feeling of unity.
What did we have? We had a community.
by Jane Gurney
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