By Keith Sowerbutts, Oswald Street, Accrington.

I recall the halcyon days of the fifties
That makes me an owd un' I guess
Happy days and things have altered,
You change, or you fall, it's a mess.

We got our kicks at Tony's or the Ritz,
King George's and the Con were the rage
Get a partner to dance, find a little romance,
Big bands used to take centre stage.

Picture houses were ten a penny
Palace, Princess, Empire, hallowed halls,
To name but a few, it was all you could do
After queueing, to find room in the stalls.

Football was a must on Saturdays,
Grounds have totally changed, that's fine
Cause the money they've spent would pay anyone's rent
From now to the end of time.

No good looking back, we're in New millennium
What difference will it make to me?
Well, my pension won't stretch as far as a wage,
So very little for owt' I can see.