When we look back in our history.
We are the descendants of many generations,
Who struggled in bitter times gone by,
Often travelling many miles away,
To move to areas where jobs lie.
Not just moving to different towns and Counties,
But to unchartered territories abroad,
To start from scratch with nothing,
In places without housing or even proper roads.
Many distant relatives and children died,
From illnesses which could be treated by drugs today,
For those we will remember also,
As we kneel down here to pray.
When we look back in our history,
We need to be thankful for what we got,
You only need to look back a hundred years,
And most didn't seem to have a lot.
Next time you feel sorry for yourself,
Just sit down and pray,
For so many gave their lives at war,
For us to be sitting here today.
Written by David Boyce
16 December 2017
David Boyce © 2017
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