I am Nineteen but I look Seventy Two

I am nineteen but I look seventy-two weird maybe to those who are not here yet in my heart I am singing and dancing my arthritic ankles are laughing at me I do not hear them choosing to be young me as opposed to old me my heart is full of joy I am not cynical only grouchy with one person my husband, who must not mind he has been with me for fifty-two years with him I am fifteen and he is sixteen the ages we first met we scoff at our seventy-two-year-old bodies they are nothing like the real us.