Does the end call me?

Am I yesterdays hero,was Gene Pitney right,
Do I cry my lonely days or cry my lonely night,
I cared for people all my life,
to god its plain to see,
And now a possible end draws near,
Selected cares for me,
Do I want to see their hurt,their sadness and their tears,
When I walk alone that path,that erases all my years,
Memories,I take with me,but lots and lots are bad,
But the good ones make up,for the rest,with goodly times I've had,
So much I wanted,with my life,so much still to do,
If you are part of my muchness,then I am part of you.