I Am Superman.

As age continues to invade my failing body, and as the years continue to invade my dreams, the bonfire of my anxieties seeks to control my daily life. However, I am, every day, supported by the love of another person who holds my hand in the night, and who gives me reason to walk bravely into the day. 

I am Superman when I am with you.

I can leap tall buildings with a single bound.

I navigate life’s problems with ease.

I am Superman when I am with you.

My skin is impervious to cold.

I can lift heavy objects from out of our way.

I can fly us high on wings of wind,

away from the petty people of this planet.

I am Superman when I am with you.

I can run as fast as you can think

of places you want to go.

I can offer you the world in my hand.

I can envelop you in a protective shield of armor.

When I am not with you,

I am a lonely man.

I seek out diversions,

but enjoy nothing.

I am old when I am not with you.

My knees and back and body ache

when I am not with you.

My skin flakes, and I die a little,

when you are not with me.

I move slowly,

and I never seem to arrive.

My destinations seem farther away,

and then farther away.

When I am not with you,

my problems seem insurmountable.

My days seem longer.

My nights are frightening.

 

I think I will choose to be with you.

I am Superman when I am with you.