Time is running out on me I feel,
Like the green on a leaf slowly turning to yellow as it loses it's chlorophyll.
With each new day I feel less young than the day before,
Feeling my youthful energy drain from my cells core.
As my light once shined so bright grows dim,
So my future once so wide grows slim.
And soon I feel death shall visit me,
And take me it shall wherever that will be.
Though before my flesh reverts back to dust,
I shall be compelled to look back in my past
To search my mind and go back in time,
But living how I did am sure I won't find a memory worth a dime.