Memories Cut

by Dahni

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Memories Cut

Oh the scores and sores of getting on and getting older,

when the bright day is waning and the night is getting bolder.

For in the night I see the scores, of all my champions and legends and heroes passing away

and I awake into the morning with their memory on the day.

Oh the sores when their memories, they could neither recall or get

and mine not as keen, but their’s within me, I can’t forget.

Oh the scores and sores of getting on and getting older,

when the bright day is waning and the night is getting bolder.