To the people who we have forgotten in time
The men and women of this world who once made a mark,
yet their light has become noting more than a broken bulb.
The deeds they have done, both the good and the evil.
None exist to the daily eye; none remembered, just a ghost of a memory.
These ghosts were remembered once
Remembered for what they did, what they once were
Now only oxidized bronze know their names.
Ever since i was a child i have felt sorry for these people,
but what i realize is that it is a list that has not ceased
growing with the times.
The only difference is, now i know those names, those faces
Yet everyone around me shows the signs of letting them go.
We say we shall always remember but what happens when hey forget?
Another nail in the coffin, another death?
So take this time, this moment of the hour
To look at the closest street sign with the golden names
The yearbooks with the dusty devotions to the departed
The cookie cutter stones with a face carved in words
The memories that maketh man
Admire their dreams even if they are never to come true
For one day you shall join the forgotten as will i
but that does not mean the end, it just means we have done all we can
So, cheers to the forgotten
I hope one day someone rediscovers you,
just i as would want for my own Self.