Forgotten

Again,
the gentle breezes of spring, and
flowers bloom;
young men's thoughts turn to love, and
I remain...
forgotten.

Another birthday draws near,
another year older,
alone, and
forgotten.

Love has mislaid my address,
lost my phone number,
a misplaced face on an empty street,
a stranger amidst passing shadows,
forgotten.

My heart broken,
dreams lost in the mist of time,
so many lovers,
so little love;
for each night,
someone to lay beside me,
a thousand more,
alone...
forgotten.

© 2008 Michael Shelby