Conveniently forgotten, those people who were there;
You were at times one of them, and then it mattered, when they didn’t care.
In your lowest lows and those times to be forgotten,
They were not your type, but they were there through the rotten.
Conveniently forgotten, those days when you were hoping.
Those days when ahead was more important than brethren.
Those days that made you; you, while still in waiting;
Now the ‘You’ has conveniently forgotten.
I accept selfish as myself; Truth, do forgive.
I was blind and ignorant as any human could.
Though words and bonds have faded away,
I've learnt to accept this truth, and for Friends I pray.