What Is My Life/If I Have Forgotten Most Of It Poem by Shalom Freedman

What is my life
If I have forgotten most of it?
Who I am
If my face now in the mirror
Is only one of many past faces
I cannot really see in my own mind?
Are they right when they say
I have never really been real at all
And that I am just a process of passing phases?
Who is writing these words
Someone who thinks he is one human being
But is really a series of strangers
Unknown and alone
Except when the memories are so strong
He longs to be with those he loves again.