The Forgotten

As I stand

while

they pass

Positioned in

a dream

Looking….

A cold sensation

comes over me

and I wonder

Are these

the forgotten

who are now here

For me to

remember

and

call out

their

names

The lives

who have

since past

Are now

coming

to speak

For the

words they

spoke

and what

those words

meant

They had

great character

with

a lasting

impression

Their importance

Is not to be……..

But…..

This dream of the forgotten

is now

THE DEAD PARADE

I miss them so

I know now why

Nevertheless

this is

my dream

Maybe it’s

just time

to remember

THE FORGOTTEN

6 thoughts on “The Forgotten

  1. I don’t know how many times I can relate to your posts but this one is my favorite and I know you don’t like replying to comments and I am okay with it but you’re great in poems πŸ™‚

  2. My goodness. ..really Sheldon? I am surprised you replied. That did made my day πŸ™‚ what made you reply #wondering :p

  3. Because you are such a fan of me I don’t want you to think that I don’t care,when someone says thanks I was taught to say your welcome
    So a big your welcome comes your way
    And maybe a hug
    As always Sheldon

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