Lost in thought

Lost in thought,

my mind doth stray.

Seemingly caught,

in disarray.

Foggy at best,

the memory betrays.

Life, long past,

is just a haze.

Was it real,

or just a dream?

An old man’s appeal,

or silent scream.

Check my scars,

life leaves its mark.

Faded memory spares,

the broken heart.

Truth be known,

the past is past.

Don’t sit alone,

distraught, downcast.

For each new day,

a memory's made.

I think I’ll stay,

my admission’s paid. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole