FORGOTTEN
January is the time
when the world is like a rhyme.
Confusing and sour, in its prime
Finally, in the end, it’s as sweet as lime.
But it does not feel like it
I can tell from my feet.
Because, I feel very lost
Like particles of dust.
I think I’ve been forced,
Like someone cursed.
To forget all,
That I could recall.
I have tried
And cried
But my mind
Still comes to a bind.
However I have hope
And a zeal to cope
Because by December,
I will remember.
All I have lost
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