Ever open ! Chamber pots, below your bed, a feather pillow for your head, An oven plate to warm your feet, brown paper wrapped to keep it neat, Black - leaded grates, red - painted step, a `peg rug` on the floor, A time of want and `getting by`, - with an ever open door. A neighbour you could `borrow` from, and give back in return, Someone always there for you, a lesson here to learn, With nothing to be `jealous` of, when we were young and poor, We had more friends beside us then, - with an ever open door. An old and stained brown teapot, was ever on the go, As friends popped in to stay awhile, to smoke a `pasha` for a blow, And as the loose brown tea - leaves, strained and dripped forevermore, We chatted with those friends who came, - through that ever open door. When you have very little, it is then you`re at your best, You find your true` st friends then, who never were impressed, They did not want bone - china, or fine carpet on the floor, Just a smile for them, - and a welcome, - through an ever open door !. Mick. ( Copyright Michael Westwood 2014 ).
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 21:12:32 +0000
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