When I Was An Old Man

When I Was an Old Man, Waiting to kick the can. I looked back on my life with a frown, just before I was cut down. I thought only of decision not made, As everything began to fade. My life, passed by in an instant, as I am now very distant. In a few years I will be forgotten, but in a few days I will be rotten. I will live on as a statistic, to serve the futuristic. But nonetheless, my body will die here today, as I slip into a slow decay. My name will fade bit by bit, as more love ones die and more enemies quit. No History Book will record my daily constraints, for I am but another nameless saint.