I am old, look at me.

I am old, look at me.
I think of days and what could have been.
All those lost dreams and fading memories.
If I could have one more chance, I would turn back time and do things differently.

Regrets, I have a few.
Lost friendships there have been so many.
And so many times in the past I been so broken hearted.

Now that I'm in the autumn of my life, I can only but wonder about what could have been.

I am old, look at me so down and so dejected.
All alone and so unhappy.
The countdown is now so very fast.
How much longer can I last?