I barely remember when
I was a young man
Said the old man who sat next to me

Time back then
Was so very different
It's hard at times to even conceive

The friends I once had
Have all up and left
Count them all down as history

I never had
Would have ever guessed
That they'd be set free before me

With the time that is left
Before my death is met
Out on the loneliest of streets

I'll sit here and
Try to remember when
I was a young man footloose and free

With what little time's left
That passes too fast
For the slight of hand to even see

The old man
Thoughtfully said
As he sat down next to me