The Ballad of the Dead

Some are remembered
Long after they're gone
Flowers, tears, and sorrow
Poured upon their graves like rain

They are the dead
They are the loved
They are the cherished
They are the remembered

Some are forgotten
With the passage of days
Their names forgotten
By those they once knew

They are the dead
They are the forlorn
They are the lost
They are the forgotten

Some are attended
By a family that loved them
Who tell tales that are forgotten
Caring in sorrow for silent graves

They are the dead
They are the sorrowful
They are the once loved
They are the abandoned

Those that are remembered
Those that are forgotten
Those that are abandoned
I wonder which I will be