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The Forgotten - Part 1

There is people out there

That will be forgotten


What’s even worse is

We see them as getting old and rotten


So we try to preserve them in time

By filling their head with worthless thoughts


That have no reason

No rhyme



But we never stop to think

They are transported everyday


Between the fabrics of time

As they start to fade away


They look around to see what’s the same But we force them to recognize how things have changed


Then the world they knew suddenly washes over them.


When they reach out for what they lost

They can't even talk about it

Because everyone nods off


So they cut their story short

Because they know it to be true


They are now the old.


The Weak.


Soon to be

The Forgotten too.

Dying with dignity is a lost art

And put it to preserve our own art


Like enjoying a conversation with one another

With an ice cold beer


Believing we are all living our own lives

year after year


No predetermined diet laid out over a lifetime

Living in fear


We humans have something a computer may never have

Free will.


With a side of being able to shed a tear.




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