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A Handful Of Poems

A Handful Of Poems, By Hazel Marsay.

Poverty


 LIVING IN A THREE ROOMED SHACK,
 NO FOOD UPON THE TABLE.
 SLEEPING ON A DIRTY SACK,
 WITH JIMMY, AND OUR MABEL.

 LIFE WAS TOUGH, WHEN WE WERE YOUNG
 ME DAD DRUNK ALL THE MONEY. 
 ME MOTHER ONLY HAD ONE LUNG.
 AND LIFE WERN'T VERY FUNNY. 

 THE WATER LEAKED IN EVERY WHERE,
 AND IT SMELT DANK AND MUSTY.
 A CRUST OF BREAD,WEDE HAVE TO SHARE, 
 AND SOMETIMES IT WAS FUSTY.

 OFT WE HAD NO SHOES TO WEAR,
 AND NOTHING IN OUR BELLIES.
 BUT WE WERE YOUNG AND DID NOT CARE, 
 WE ALWAYS HAD OUR WELLIES. 

 MOTHER DIED OF A BROKEN HEART,
 WITH NOTHING TO HER NAME.
 ME DAD WAS CARRIED OFF IN A CART
 TO EVERYBODYS SHAME.  

 NOW JIMMY AND OUR MABLE,
 HAVE GONE THERE SEPARATE WAYS
 SO LETS OPEN UP A BOTTLE,
 AND REMEMBER THE GOOD OLD DAYS.

                                                HAZEL P  MARSAY.

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