I fear the day will come, when everyone has packed their bags
When they have gone their own ways
To faraway places and lands
I fear the day when friends drift apart
When memories fade and names are forgot
To places never to be remembered
I fear the day when I sit in this old town and I have no one to call on to play
When the spring breeze and the awakening trees only beckon another season of doubt
To only haunt me in my lonesome
I fear the day when I must say, I never needed you anymore
When I turn my back to the kindness of friends
To look away when they come to my aid
I fear the day when I fail to succeed, when others have grown and prospered
When I am rejected again, tossed down and thrown out
To search again for another source of pay
I fear the day when I marry a girl
When she puts her trust all in me
To have her forever but in the back of my mind make sure her life is happy as can be
I fear the day when my child is born
When a boy looks up in my eyes and beckons me
To come and sit by his side
I fear the most the day when I cannot say I wrote this poem many years ago
When I am old and decrepit, senile and covered with dust
To die and and be forgotten like always