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.
As fast as the day’s go down
The night lights up to newer love
The stars shine on no truer love
Even the dull eternal afternoon
Lit dustily by sun on the Eastern side
Of dear old Mafeking gleams...
