For My Lady

For My Lady. I was sitting cross legged on the floor, as I do… just drifting away. Nothing much in mind… nothing really to say and then little short movies, with me ‘leading man’ played back past scenes, and I watched… as they ran… through my memories… …some happy… … some sad… …but most made me smile. Then I started wondering just how I would be as a wrinkled old-man… so I pictured myself…

much older than now.

You know… I still had some hair (well, a bit anyway!), and my teeth were all there… I could see them because I was laughing out loud! I wanted to know what could make me so happy… what could still make me smile, at such a ripe age…

So I looked into my face… and then… deep into my eyes…. And I saw…you. Your eyes were the same, but… like me… you were older, …..and we were laughing out loud, at something you’d said… or something we’d done… no matter... it was then… just at that moment… I realized…. that I would be happy, to be that old-man …with you at my side, and me still in your heart… and I knew… there and then… …that no matter what we would have to go through, I’d be proud… just to live… and grow older with you.