Not quite frail, not quite young, skin not so supple as it
once was...

Dreams of what was, dreams of what never was, and the
impossibility of the here and now.

If I could but grab, hold close, all the special moments
that have made me...me, and run backwards in time holding
all so close....to a time that stands still..clocks not
ticking...age not closing in....

Would I be happy then?