I grew as a boy in an England still in sight

Of days when it could readily boast of its might,

But brought low in a desperate fight to be free

Bankrupt and in debt to our friends across the sea.

 

Nonetheless, the baby-boomers, as they became known

Took up the gauntlet that post-war world had thrown,

Rationing and the rest were accepted and endured

And slowly the disease of deprivation was cured.

 

Our strength was the knowledge of just who we were

As a people whose unity was the true spur;

But now, with much changed and praised as diverse,

Is our future a question of better...or worse?

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