There like Buses, you wait for hours and they all come at once.....last one for now
Latch Key kids
We thought the summers would never end
In the streets and fields with many a friend
On trollys and bikes that we made ourselves
With holes in our knees and dirty shirt tails
A bowl of cornflakes and a see ya mum
We would only return with the setting sun
At the end of the day and covered in mud
Very hungry and tired but it felt so good
And for a treat on many a weekend
The hard earned money our parents would spend
On beer and bingo throughout the evening
Ignoring the windows where the children were peering
We would play outside the local working mans club
Dressed up to the nines having been bathed and scrubbed
The door would open and all the kids would wish
That it was their dad standing with vimto and crisps
As the night wore on and the evening got colder
You would picture you head against dads warm shoulder
As he carried you home sleepy and weary
You could feel his warm breath that was sweet and beery
These days are long gone and we are now parents
The kids stay in their rooms with their electronic presents
We would scoff at the thought of them doing what we did
But we turned out all right for latch key kids