The Forgotten Poem by Jesus Diaz Llorico

'When your brows are cold and dry
and everything you do
you have to heaved and sigh
when people messing around
are talking and laughing
the topics being discussed
you do not understand
you're in that particular place
yet it seems you are not there
that you have stayed so long
in that place your whole lifelong
that you no longer meet
the present style of environment...
for you are now old and gray
and you had become
a passing thing in their eyes
unseen, unnoticed and disregarded
for everyone sees you're old
except yourself
you had become part
of the forgotten ones
you had become one of those
who grieved at the stars at night
and moan in secret...
they are now the people
when you meet will forget you
in just a few minutes
and be out of their minds forever
for you now lead a life of obscurity
there's not much left to do
but to seek solitude
and go on life with humility.'