The Forgotten

[craven]

Forgotten

Alone and invisible he sits
Yesterday’s news in flesh & bone
Gnarled hands never feeling
Eyes like windows to an empty room

All seeing
Never knowing
Ever watching

Tasting of loneliness
His face cracked and worn
History in leather clear to see
Flavoured by time

Used and spent is he
Superseded by youth cherished no more
Discarded by life
Newer models in store

Dreams are no more
Only memories are there
Tasting of sadness as recalled
Recollections are all

No reason for being
All hope gone
Cherished no more

Imperceptible to many
A tear does brew
Like oil in water its form complete
Clawed by gravity its descent assured

Hunger abated thirsty no more
Silent he sits, his time yet to come,
Usefulness questioned
Edged ever nearer to the door

[Friday]

You already know what I think.
But I'm glad you decided to post