Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more
A special time – when we were young
For freer days when we knew hope
And what we felt we had was – scope.
Say it’s sunny say it ain’t
Say the rain falls or it doesn’t
Say I’ve health – or a complaint...
I strode home through the rec
A fine wintry evening, one star alight
And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky...
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