OLD CURTAINS
I was ripping some old curtains up
So shabby worn and frayed.
Then my memory wandered
To when they first were made
The sewing was old
And backstitch was used
Some stitches skipped
Which made me amused
They'd been hung at windows
Year after year,
Grandma's , mothers and aunties
Wash them with care
They'd been handed down
To windows they'd fit
Now the poor things
Were dropping to bits
Will they be dusters or floor cloths ?
They've served their purpose even to moths
So whoever made them, you did a grand job
I imagine your wages were only a few bob
Just old curtains, but a tale they could tell
Of busy hands sewing, so windows looked swell
To those that worked in factories
Making curtains and Nottingham lace
Your workmanship was second to none
It's something we cannot replace
So dear curtains, You're a thing of the past
But when you were made - You were made to last
I was ripping some old curtains up
So shabby worn and frayed.
Then my memory wandered
To when they first were made
The sewing was old
And backstitch was used
Some stitches skipped
Which made me amused
They'd been hung at windows
Year after year,
Grandma's , mothers and aunties
Wash them with care
They'd been handed down
To windows they'd fit
Now the poor things
Were dropping to bits
Will they be dusters or floor cloths ?
They've served their purpose even to moths
So whoever made them, you did a grand job
I imagine your wages were only a few bob
Just old curtains, but a tale they could tell
Of busy hands sewing, so windows looked swell
To those that worked in factories
Making curtains and Nottingham lace
Your workmanship was second to none
It's something we cannot replace
So dear curtains, You're a thing of the past
But when you were made - You were made to last