My parents were born between the wars,
And in their day
People were cut from
different cloth
A sturdy resilient
cloth
A cloth that bound the
nation together
They were tougher
people
Who lived through
tough times
The general strike,
the depression
The Second World War
20 years of rationing
But life had greater
value
Because its pleasures
came hard
And life was more than
a measure
Of what could be
possessed
The post baby boomers
Roll their eyes at
such talk
But our country is
weaker
And its people
Less sturdy, less
resilient
Today we are a ragged
nation
Just a collection of
frayed threads
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