Those In The Middle

A general observation on the transience of recollection

Those in the Middle

 

Just look how quickly

They have forgotten you

One day my friend

They will forget me too

 

In the meantime though

And whilst we might each have done our bit

To aid those variously distressed and otherwise disturbed

 

Remember this

Neither you or I are Kennedy’s a Ghandi or Mandela

Nor a Cohen, Shelley or Keats

 

Those uninitiated might well argue

That neither are we a Hitler, Manson or Bin Laden

But nevertheless

In no time at all

We will each be forgotten

Like a broken and discarded cup

 

Like those several dozen sheets of crumpled paper

Containing hastily scribbled and disjointed words

Now overflowing onto the hearth

 

 

Author's Note

Open your eyes and take a peek behind the curtain of illusion and deceit many of us have been raised to hide behind

Reviews

[Latifa]

well we just jave to shine in our own way good write

[Neville]

Bless you Latifa & All Good Things, Neville