A poem to which we can relate *

I remember the corned beef of my childhood, 
And the bread that we cut with a knife,
When the children helped with the housework,
And the men went to work not the wife.

The cheese never needed a fridge, 
And the bread was so crusty and hot,
The children were seldom unhappy,
And the wife was content with her lot, 
well, maybe, maybe not