What He Said

And when I got old, I had no wrinkles.

I could smile wide.

I could run.

I could swim.

Could wear the sun.

On windy day, jackets I loved.

On the beaches, the sand.

Holding hands, with my hon.

I could cheer. 

Live every moment.

Sit so pleased.

Sit so young. 

All these years were planned.

Planned so well.

That spending them, was so much fun.

No worries. 

No sadness. 

Just his hand in mine.

And him saying, what I repeated and you read in the first line.