To the Editor

Dear Sir, what’s happened to our years? We’ve been shortchanged.
There’s no guts in them now and very little heart.
When I was younger years were years and so arranged
That weeks and months were endless, birthdays aeons apart.
The things that you could do in just one day back then
People now would not believe. Devaluation,
That’s the problem. All our woe stems from that day when
Britain moved her currency from gold. That nation
Caused a sharp decline. The goods these days don’t last long,
Not beyond the guarantee, and you can’t fix them.
All the old songs live and yet the modern hit song
Tends to wilt in days, promoters must re-mix them.
It’s all this rush, rush, rush. Days now are mini-size.
No time for decent workmanship, that’s what I hold.
You reads the morning paper and to your surprise
It’s lunchtime. The solution? Obviously GOLD!
Backing the Gold Standard, we’d see how business hums.
New longer days, ten days a week, they’d do the trick,
Make exports, jobs, and get young fellas of their bums
The Beehive Boys may scoff, but then, they’re BLOODY THICK.
Yours,
Richard.