The Forgotten Ones

I am a forgotten one,

Not just simply overlooked.

The forgotten ones who were there once

Have been crossed from the books.

Forgotten ones once made an impact,

Made a ripple in life’s great sea,

But the waves have since silenced

As forgotten ones tend to be.

Oh, To be one that is remembered

to have people listen as you speak,

To capture the rooms attention,

To be vibrant and not bleak.

I was in a remembered place, once

But it’s since slipped through my fingers

And while I am no longer seen

The feel of remembrance still lingers

Yes, I am a forgotten one

And there are others just like me.

The voice behind the curtain.

The whistle through the trees.

We’re here and yet we’re not

We’re heard and not seen

We are the forgotten ones

The ones who used to be…