My Greatest Fear

What's my greatest fear? 
Am I dying with my years? 
The inevitable is coming 
Is there a method, to this madness 
Is it just another day? 
Or is just my dying way? 
The thought of passing on 
I am not very fond 
Leaving what I built so far behind 
Has left me in this bind 
Lying 6 feet under 
As my vital signs plunder 
Missing all my friends 
And seeing my near end 
My senses becoming dull 
I soon fade away 
My last dying breath 
As I wish for another one 
You are on my left 
Telling me goodbye, it's been fun