Time’s Past

Time’s past

I recall when we were young
Ice cold water harshly stung
As we washed from frozen pale
Dried our hair in an easterly Gale.

Fitted out in short trousers
Braces strapped above the waist
Socks darned in multi colours
Spic-span-no time to waste.

It was time for Sunday mass
Spit-polish-inspection pass
In the churchyard gather around
It’s bells now just a distant sound.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

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