Sometimes I feel already forgotten,
A fugitive on the run, misbegotten.
No matter what I did to help others,
Just thrown on the dust heap and smothers.
People on the street who I already know,
Now pass me by without even saying hello.
I walk by strangers with a friendly eye;
They smile back to say hello, then good-bye,
Still willing to give to a stranger, still open,
An encounter not yet ripe enough to be broken.
I once held a position as department director,
I treated my underlines as benevolent inspector.
Even when my workers came undone,
I always treated them like linen hand-spun.
One teacher skipped her class to have a late brunch
I saw her myself eating salad with a friend at lunch.
Later, she screamed in denial and cried bloody murder;
But with my own eyes, I held the smoking gun.
She left my office in a rage and a huff, wildly upset:
“I will never forgive you,” she repeated, “and I will never forget.”
I once sat in an abandoned mosque, quietly reading the Qur’an,
In the Greet Cypriot southern area on the divided island of Cyprus.
A father suddenly came in with his sons uttering Islamic greetings,
When he saw me sitting there like a beggar, he sat for a brief meeting.
When he shook my hand in earnest, he left a piece of paper behind.
I looked down to see a 50 Euro note as if giving money to the blind.
“I cannot accept this money,” I chided him, “I would only be to blame.
I will put this into the donation box, in memory of your generous name.”
He made motions to his sons to rise up and take their reluctant leave:
“I will never forget our meeting,” he told me, “I will always remember you.”
We are sometimes remembered,
Sometimes we are already forgotten.
Someone will always remember us
Because they never forgive or forget.
No matter what we do or may not do
To rightly fulfill our manifest destiny,
There will always be people around us,
Ready to inflict some form of penalty.
Whether we are remembered or forgotten,
One thing we can take home for sure,
Some people will always respond kindly,
Other people will always ask for more.
As I read I didn't seem to think this was about you being forgotten, but more how people perceive you in certain situations. People may absentmindedly ignore you with all the distractions of the day, but I don't they would forget you.
I find that, while I forget others that I encounter sometimes, they don't forget me. Perhaps it is my appearance (I don't look anything near like Stephen Hawkings or Christopher Reeve) matched with what I say or prove to be, even in short encounters.
In a parallel situation to your encounter with that teacher, a woman that I supervised one time seemed fed up with my apparently clueless ways as a leader (I guess I don't know what prompted it… probably something I said), declared, "I can do everything you can do except pee standing up in a men's restroom."
We are still friends and she has a Wikipedia page in honor of the school she founded and directs. That's more than I ever probably will do. Wikipedia will certainly forget me when it comes to a page. ;-)
as Confucius said, "Don't be worried people do not know of you; be worried of being unprepared once an appropriate chance appears. . ." there are so many 'hidden' experts in their own fields of activity who dare not to show their knowledge but due to whom the world still rotates around its pivot, as usual. Again, a great sincerity is what makes this piece subtle. Cheers, alex
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Love ya!
Jane
I find that, while I forget others that I encounter sometimes, they don't forget me. Perhaps it is my appearance (I don't look anything near like Stephen Hawkings or Christopher Reeve) matched with what I say or prove to be, even in short encounters.
In a parallel situation to your encounter with that teacher, a woman that I supervised one time seemed fed up with my apparently clueless ways as a leader (I guess I don't know what prompted it… probably something I said), declared, "I can do everything you can do except pee standing up in a men's restroom."
We are still friends and she has a Wikipedia page in honor of the school she founded and directs. That's more than I ever probably will do. Wikipedia will certainly forget me when it comes to a page. ;-)
Ron
Another charmer, John.