Forgotten

Forgotten

I am forever searching
For what could be,
In the diamonds and lace
of yesteryear.

Forgotten long ago in time,
And tea and scones
would be more likely
than 9-5.

The mauves and crimsons
of a distant sunset,
I do not realize
their simplistic beauty.

For I am lingering too long
in the age that has long since
passed me by
and neglected to claim me.