Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man
Peter his name and his wifey Rosanne
I wonder those days how love survived?
His dram brick house & a few chinks in a can.

A day of labour with skin burnt to tan
Reality surfac'd when struggles of life began
No longer the lovely skin, time couldst not be bribed?
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

Cheap food, handmade robe, nay meiny to fan
No ego, nay jealousy, working together in the plan
No paint'd faces 'r artifice and yet their love thrived?
Love - a soulful existence today cozen'd and lied.
No riches nay leisure but an amicable life-span
Once thither was an ordinary town, ordinary life & an ordinary man.

© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 26 JULY, 2015