I miss all of those who I have forgotten
All those friends I left at the age of 12
Their young faces cemented in my memory; that is all I will remember of them

As I grow older
My thoughts get younger
Fleeting time equals new found regret
My knees fail and my face sags

I will become just a statistic
I will be an ignored grandfather in a retirement home
I will be another cloud soldier with no name
I think I am OK with that.