Who Am I?

In the morning I call a name 

Names bounce through me, all seem strange 

Lost in a whirlwind of passing age 

And those I knew have passed and gone 

They know me no longer, I’m alone 

Clothes sodden, no longer fit my need 

 In my garden no longer a rose, I am a weed 

Blowing by me a ghost of a younger self

I'm just a cracked, broken cup on the shelf

Close my cupboard, cast the cup aside 

I am no longer here, only drifting in the tide.

Who could this be,  this name sitting here

And where are those who now are lost?

I see them now, a cast of smiling ghosts. 

Oh come now please those so long lost

Please come to me at my behest

Please linger a while and let me rest.