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!...
Time scowls, weather frowns,
Nevertheless I hold your hand.
Though we were in different towns...
