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.