Poem - The Generation that Lived
The Generation that Lived
for “Mick” Daly
My Grandfather died, townsfolk still owing him:
bread, braces of fowl, eggs. All traded
for a lifetime of odd jobs - sleep-outs,
cladding and decks; milled in his work shed.
He was of that generation that lived
through two world wars and depression.
People payed what they could afford and when.
And when it came to the end
money only bought a better plot
of dirt that you couldn’t enjoy.
My Grandfather died; he’d been loved,
worked hard, raised children, lived.
by SB Wright