There is people out there
That will be forgotten
What’s even worse is
We see them as getting old and rotten
So we try to preserve them in time
By filling their head with worthless thoughts
That have no reason
No rhyme
But we never stop to think
They are transported everyday
Between the fabrics of time
As they start to fade away
They look around to see what’s the same But we force them to recognize how things have changed
Then the world they knew suddenly washes over them.
When they reach out for what they lost
They can't even talk about it
Because everyone nods off
So they cut their story short
Because they know it to be true
They are now the old.
The Weak.
Soon to be
The Forgotten too.
Dying with dignity is a lost art
And put it to preserve our own art
Like enjoying a conversation with one another
With an ice cold beer
Believing we are all living our own lives
year after year
No predetermined diet laid out over a lifetime
Living in fear
We humans have something a computer may never have
Free will.
With a side of being able to shed a tear.
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