What once was Poem.

First Draft, A short one.

There once was a man who forgot.
He lost things all the time,
From a young age.
Trips, long journeys were usually when it happened.
His mother would say "It's God leaving Seed!"
And He would need to find that thing.
When He was young He didn't understand but as He grew older
He would remember the relationships formed by
Finding more than what He left.
What He remembers and carries with him, are the vestiges;
The things He didn't retrieve. They haunt Him
As much as He lets them.
Because there were and are people there living their lives
That He may never see again in HIS life
Forgetting them. Forgetting everything.
Yet; He lives a full life of love and hope and companionship
Sons and Daughters come and add to the Love.
He is complete.
Those things that get moved or given away live their own lives
And the people I don't remember live their lives the same.
Life Moves along without a solution.