I am forgotten
Sad, emotional thoughts running through my head. The future grabs me by the neck And forces me to think ahead. Will it be bright or a wreck? How long until my body is found dead? The things I do will be forgotten; I consider myself kind, Especially compared to people I know who are rotten. So I look ahead to my future, To see what I can find, A glimmer of hope, a sprinkle of joy, Father to a young girl and boy? Will I be happily married, Or will I divorce like my parents and grandparents? Will I find myself standing where my family is buried, Crying, sobbing over their forgotten accomplishments? My children... I will raise them, but they will leave, And hopefully, unlike my father, I will stay connected, But even then, they'll have their own lives, and I will be rejected....