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He was left behind
Years ago
He’s all alone now
And no-one remembers
A flippant thank you
From a hazy past
Wafts away in the wind
What is that he hears?
He strains his ears
And discerns in the distance
The sound of lively chatter
The clatter of self-absorbed applause
Youthful ambition speaks
And shares success stories
One of which is missing
The story we call forgotten

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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