Friday, 30 November 2018

The Good Old Days

I understand that our forebears
never had it so good, so they say.
it seems they had very few cares
unlike what happens nowadays.

I have learned, from what I read,
that they could easily knock back
large measures of honeyed mead,
a tipple that's making a comeback.

Jewels that were found in a grave
were lavish, so we must conclude
that some did not scrimp and save
but with wealth they were imbued.

A few were rich, many were poor
which shows things never change,
the impoverished slept on the floor;
roughing it did not seem strange.

Plus ça change, things are the same
that were fifteen-hundred years ago:
it's still the poor who gets the blame
while the fat cats will get the dough.

© Luigi Pagano

Luigi Pagano has published three collections of poems: ‘Idle Thoughts’, ’Reflections’ and ‘Poetry On Tap’. His work has been featured in ABCTales’ magazines, UKAuthors’ anthologies, Poetry24 and several other publications.