Fogotten People

Walking along the road
I see people sitting outside
Having a drink during the day
Why should this bother me?

These people used to mean something to me
I could name them all
And their families
Plus their dogs

Now I hardly know them
Like time has forgotten them
But only the time in my mind

It's like I hardly know them
They are in the past
A past which is gone
Forgotten
Never to return

Gone for good