Rememberance

Time heals all wounds or so the story goes.
But time has forgotten me, my broken heart does know.
And misery will dine with me and sorrow will stop for tea.
After all, I've got the time since time's forgotten me.

And loneliness will bed with me since you no longer do,
and tomorrow nite I'll dance alone or perhaps invite the blues.
And all the world will bow its head and cry with me a tear or two,
for they know that time's forgotten me just as you did, too.

A.R.M.
01/26/92