This forgotten day of my past,

So here I lie like a sail of a broken mast.

Does anyone notice I have gone,

To notice that I have run away passed the neighbor's lawn.

Does anyone care that I have left?

Lost among those forgotten, those bereft

Sitting and contemplating of what has become

Musing what of my elapsed times, to and from

Reminiscing of long bygone days,

Days filled with joy to no frays.

But these are of the past and now I am here alone

A product of the misunderstood, faded and grown.

And here I am to stay among the shadows of my yore,

Forgotten by all, too deep within to be saved, never more.