I wish that you would not have aged,
Nor I,
But  that we would have owned the earth forever
Like gods, we would have watched birth and decay
With the casual indifference of painless creatures
Above the usual miseries,
And trite screams of agony
Called “human.”
Yes, we would have cycled reality around ourselves,
Boring God, 
And leaving generations deprived
Of repeating our dismal patterns.
Yes, we would be untouched by corruption,
Even unaffected by our own mistakes,
Not just “Play it Again Sam,”
But play it again perfectly.
We could do that . . . 
 Except death gets in the way.
I’m pleased, 
In view of the limitations,
That we have time yet to say ‘goodbye.’