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.
And where Rose goes, who knows?
Right now I know she sleeps
When I’m spark out, she’ll be about...
Wolverhampton
The same old questions – where to eat?
What shall I do from now till then...
