Money’s tight dear Mother said
You should be out there earning
Thirteen years old delivering coal
Keeping fireplaces burning
Shop deliveries, paper rounds
Evening Standard Evening News
Mother’s stash absorbed my cash
Left me penny-dreadful blues
Slowly surely, I stockpiled
Some funds for teenage fashion
Looking good as best I could
A hungry boy discovering passion
It may seem harsh on a kid to work at such a young age but I loved the work. It gave me a sense of purpose and self-belief.
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