Lived long ago.

It’s a little funny, and a bit sad,
For someone, who always remembers,
To now have forgotten.

It’s a bit funny, and a little sad,
For someone, who remembers enjoying the struggle,
To now struggling to remember.

Just funny, maybe unjust, sad,
From being someone, who made everyone laugh,
To being someone, not remembering, why you would.

Lived, long ago, and pleasing them all,
To now not remember,
Who you are,
What made you laugh,
Why would you cry,
How angry you could get,
When would you give up,
Where would you be, want to be.

Lived, long enough, pleased them all,
To not remember, anymore.