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.
Though you cannot see my face
Let this note for now replace
That far from lovely feature...
The greatest thing is we are one
And with the fire of joy we glow
The worst thing – you’re unwell...
