Ninety-three

If you were ninety and I was ninety-three.

I'd still look at you the same way when you were nineteen.

Although a lot would change from one thing to another.

I'd still hold dear that feeling that took me over.

It wouldn't matter how you spent your time.

Even if you don't understand it, you've always been mine.

A piece of me that I've always held dear.

A warmth inside that has always brought me near.

I've been far away but yet you're still here.

No matter the distance I still see you there.

I've written the stories, I've sung all the songs.

All I wanted was for you to sing along.

So now I'm here standing, a man of my word.

In case you are wondering this heart has been sold.

Long ago, darling, I guess it was when we first met.

I am ninety-three! You haven't failed to amaze me yet.