The forgotten, 1996 Maybe I'm safer among those who can not save themselves Their minds weak Their demeanor weird, harmless Their bodies are frail and their pleasures are simple They harvest the day and smile even when the flowers are few They live in a society that looks down upon them Speaking to themselves when friends are few Sanity lost Maybe someday the people who shun them will come to terms with them and their importance By then it will be too late By then they too will be old

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