Forgotten

Memories are pages in the book of life;
pages become yellowed and rotten;
but not memories of a husband or wife;
precious memories; never forgotten.

How can memories be words on a page;
and words become flesh and dwell;
how could my love, ever leave life’s stage;
leaving me behind, in hell?

My mind leafs through memory’s pages;
searching from beginning to end;
my life descended into new dark ages;
with death hiding round the bend.

In my thoughts, I still remain young;
tho my body rapidly ages;
longing for someone to still become;
love; in life’s final pages.

But this is my season in the desert, alone;
destined to live; without living;
only in death, shall I find my home;
loving all others; and forgiving.

Life is so hard in this kingdom below;
soon I’ll return to the realm above;
earth was a garden where all flowers grow;
and flowers can’t live, without love.

I was once loved by God’s child, begotten;
but she has died and moved on.
How can love be gone; and not forgotten;
while I’m forgotten; and not yet gone?

Monty 10/19/24. # 2,400