People I knew from years ago are sick and dying which truly saddens me br But that to me a reminder of my own mortality br The clock on my life is ticking as it ticks for everyone br And I won't be remembered for the things I've said and done br br Not to me that it will matter when to the Reaper I have gone br I am just another number and life it will go on br Those who think that they cannot be done without their own selves only deceive br But having said that we believe what we only want to believe. br br Some people I knew from years ago and younger or older than me by a few years br Are past all feelings and all cares and past laughter and tears br Some of them buried in the Hometown cemetery and more lay further away br And I'm left to remember them though time has left me gray br br Some people I know from years ago I never more shall see br But of all cares and worries one might say they are free br We had our youth we had our prime and time for none does wait br And the Reaper who claimed the life from them for me too has set a date.