the forgotten walk alone
but they remember all,
the bent stop signs
and battered shopping mall

the hollow look in their eyes
says more than their condition
the soul's rooms are unkept
the emptiness blurs their vision

the forgotten know pain
they know sanity and lack of it
only experience can teach
burns result from something lit

bring together the forgotten
and they will only separate
for we act on experience
and it is much too late