I've never thought of old age

Time for me always was something
Which kept slipping by
And age was what would come
Eventually, creeping slowly

Silver streaks in my hair
Slight wrinkles in the corner of my eyes
Dry skin, chapped lips
Age didn't bother me
Nor did I look forward to it

But if there are silver streaks in my hair
I'd want someone to thread his fingers
Through my hair
Admiring them still
As if they were fine polished silver

Wrinkles will come
But I'd want someone to smooth them
And then laugh as they reform
And show his wrinkles to me
I'd want to compare them
And tease each other no ends

I'd want someone to kiss my chapped lips
And glide over my dry skin
I'd want someone to hold my hand
As we stumble together
Through back aches
And knee aches and
A hundred other complaints
But smiling, with each other, still aging
Like vintage wine
And historical monuments

I'd like to run my hand
Softly through his greying streaks
Still hugging him to sleep everyday

I don't know about kids
About family, friends or whatever
I just want to feel the surety
Of his wrinkled fingers
On my wrinkled palms

I want to grow old with him
It's a good dream, calm, content

I want to grow old and wrinkled
With you, my love

Only with you!

🖤🖤🖤