1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 So the train went past the old brick yard
Where they mixed the mortar with soot
Back in the Robert Tressel days before the Great War,
When Ragged Trousered Philanthropists walked the earth;
And the train went past the fields and fences
Where I once kicked a ball or sat train spotting,
Back in those Harold Macmillan days
When “You’ve never had it so good”.
I came back home to face the builders and their bills,
Who are re-pointing the brickwork of my Edwardian home,
Built back in the days when they mixed soot with mortar,
And you can’t help wondering about all those slogans
The politicians have declaimed since you were a boy,
Like “You’ve never had it so good!”,
And “Things can only get better”,
As you sign the cheques and pay the cash.
And you can’t help thinking that how your life has changed,
Once a wall was for wallie and kicking a ball,
Now it’s a hole in your pocket but a hope for capital:
“This is your Life.”

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/this-is-your-life/