The Forgotten one,
The old man in the corner.
An aged bear surrounded by youth.
The Forgotten one,
The nattering man in the center.
A simple servant mocked by those braver and cleverer.
One of few words
The other of too many
One viewed as strength
The other as inconsequential
to all but the leader,
The new leader.
He sees wisdom
He sees loyalty
He sees them for all they are
And all they can become.
Until he is blinded once more
By pretty eyes through a slotted mask
By injustices forced upon strangers
By his own demons.
And the two men remain
Bonded by a cause
Surrounded by friends
they remain
Forgotten.
A/N: Yes, another poem...I don't know where this came from, but it just popped in my head and I had to write it down. Poor Much, always the devoted friend and John, the insightful former leader... I don't think they are fully appreciated in the group. So here is a poem just for them. Hope you enjoyed, reviews are appreciated!