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.
Who’s my best companion for
An autumn walk by the canal?
Contented with? Couldn’t be more!...
Strange summers, sometimes, heavily imbued
With music of uncertain pitch, have come
As we have laboured in the luxury...
