All our life, we do remember some. And expect in return to be remembered. But they have others to remember. And hence forgotten are them who remember. And when forgotten, betrayed we feel. Anger gushes. Then a moment of silence. Leading into deep sorrow. But we fail to question whether we still remember, Everyone who still remembers us. Then we have been in the same way forgotten, As we ourselves have forgotten some. So don't feel small when not remembered. For to be remembered and forgotten, Are just part of our lives.
