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.
You feel beleaguered when you’re old
For what’s to come? Fuck all, you’d say
The last few sunsets slip away…
Allie, I’m reaching out, I’m reaching out.
Here, Allie, hold. Hold my sinful hand.
My darling...
