we forgot to pay attention/poem

if i were a poet, i'd never know it
i'm off lookin' the other way
for things i thought i might have been
and wishing along the way

long gone the train of dreams

in cars where old men stay
and whistle tunes of yesteryear
try keeping memories at bay


ode you with my love song
knuckles gnarled and bare
mind has lost it's rhythm
coat has gone threadbare


we forgot to pay attention
to where our lives were leading
looking past the days in front
now left alone and bleeding.


-mel