The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
Sun long gone soon after four
Trees against the sky, no more
With leaves, they claw the dimming cloud...
Memory hurts – our hearts are stung
But sometimes I think the pain is for
Not a particular place but more...
