I have been in every given moment,
Picked the treasures strewn on the sands of time,
I have gathered them up, just the way the others have;
Or have I done something wrong?
Is there something I missed!
I have done my time, I have walked the walk,
I have given all of me.
I have seen love and been with it.
I know I have treasured it, just the way the others have;
Is there something I’ve missed!
The sun has shone and I have had my share of rain,
I have faced, or learnt from, all that has come my way.
The hand of age has worked on me, like it has with everyone.
I cherished the golden days and the fallen leaves, just the way the others have;
What could I have missed?
I see people, but they are new to me,
Most of them seem uninterested too.
And if there are those who converse, why does it seem like they have done this before?
I don’t think I ask them the same questions, I talk just the way the others do;
Am I missing something?
Why are there no familiar faces around me?
Why can’t I recall what I have been doing,
Or who these people could be?
I know there are memories etched within me.
I see them, know them, but why does it look like something is missing?
Who could have come stealing from my box of treasures?
What could I have missed?
