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.
I strode home through the rec
A fine wintry evening, one star alight
And a lonely plane, in the dimmed blue sky...
I’m not good but I’m lucky that’s the truth
First, being wed to fragrant Allie King
Then dad to Cassie D and Anna Ruth...
