Memory of me
With eyesight failing and hair turning grey
memories seem to be fading away.
In my younger years I was nimble and quick
but now I am bent over and walk with a stick.
Sitting and thinking about my life that has past
wondering how long I have left how long will I last
No one to talk to I feel all alone
I don't even get a call on the phone.
When I am ready and my time comes at last
any memories of me will fade into the past.
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