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.
There’s a car, a train, a bus
That will bring you back to us
When your stay away it's brief...
There is a happy chap called Pete
Whom Allie married, she’s so sweet –
She understands each quirk...
