Hermit With Your Memories

With my crosses I was born
Was gifted a few more on the way
While to time lost many a company
The crosses keep even their memory at bay
And after these crosses are done with
And before this lifetime too is called a day
I will for once be a hermit
A hermit far far away
If, curse chance, you too do not make the distance of time
Yet all your memories will be for ever within me to stay.