Nobody there would turn away Their time, they'd always give.
Everyone looked out for you ,As you did the same for them,
In that place called Yesterday, I can still remember when.
People never had anything much What they did have, it was shared.
They always waved and gave a smile, That's how we knew they cared.
We used to call it mucking in, That's what it was all about.
It was easier to help each other When all you had was nowt.
Now I live here in the Present, In a street of those unknown,
Whose life is so much easier they keep it close to home.
Yes, I was raised in Yesterday Where we always had respect.
Here in this place called Present I find it suffering from neglect.
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