A Forgotten Memory
Some lives are destined to be documentaries;
so that others, who follow, can learn;
but, others, become forgotten memories;
our thoughts, are of no concern.
I find myself in that melancholy situation;
even though I have knowledge to share;
the mere thought of it; brings aggravation;
for it’s clear; there is no one to care.
I’ve never become a well known personality;
becoming, neither rich; nor famous;
instead, I’m an unknown postscript of reality;
to some; I’m a vacuous ignoramus.
My life had a great many ups and downs;
experiencing sorrows and duress;
some may think me; the king of clowns;
never having a lasting success.
As I draw near, to the end of life’s journey;
I see nothing, that was meant to be;
when young; I dreamed of being an attorney;
but, it just wasn’t meant for me.
I have a solitary page on the book of life;
having been a creature of destiny;
I boldly faced many heartbreaks and strife;
in death; I’ll be only a memory.
I read obituaries of classmates and friends;
praising what they’d come to be;
as the final curtain on my life descends;
I’ll become a forgotten memory.
Monty 2.3.26. # 3,172