forgotten

A man lies broken

Photos of old memoirs lie broken on the floor beside him

Photos of the last time that he truly was able to laugh 

Lately though the only thing he seems to do is cry

The best years of his life lie behind him, in old memories

Seems everyone has forgotten about him

Full of youthful energy he used to swim in the creek behind his house

He used to build tree houses

Now, he has nothing to look forward to

He walks a fine line 

Between life and death

The lines blur together

The only thing that he can remember

As he speeds towards his doom

Is a line of advise that was given to him years ago

'Twas another forgotten memoir

Faster and faster 

Until the thrill of speed

Overcomes the fear of death