I didn't like it when I wrote it, but then it sort of grew on me. If it doesn't make any sense to you, then... (insert instruction of choice here)
He looks like you or me
No one else could understand
Why he is a forgotten man
The forgotten man speaks to a stranger
His words are true, relevant, and sincere
His words do not move the stranger
For he is a forgotten man
The forgotten man speaks words alone
They are not true, they are not sincere
His words pulsate through him
And all he gains is fear
The forgotten man is dressed in silk
His is proper, rich, and clean
He calmly walks into the road
And lies down most serene
The forgotten man denies contemplation
About who he used to be
And then his life is taken
And he is thus set free
No one remembered the forgotten man.
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
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Written on 2008-10-13 at 04:23
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Forgotten Man
A forgotten man sits near the roadHe looks like you or me
No one else could understand
Why he is a forgotten man
The forgotten man speaks to a stranger
His words are true, relevant, and sincere
His words do not move the stranger
For he is a forgotten man
The forgotten man speaks words alone
They are not true, they are not sincere
His words pulsate through him
And all he gains is fear
The forgotten man is dressed in silk
His is proper, rich, and clean
He calmly walks into the road
And lies down most serene
The forgotten man denies contemplation
About who he used to be
And then his life is taken
And he is thus set free
No one remembered the forgotten man.
Poetry by Morgan Cellohead
Read 479 times
Written on 2008-10-13 at 04:23
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