Wishful thinking

Back in the days when we were young you held my hand and there I sung. Pain seemed gone and days were long. I saw you more and more. We as kids would play and laugh paddling in a sea less raft. Maybe you or maybe me, I for saw us meant to be. Now body young but we are old. Weary of the tales we told. I hold your hand in sunless day, wishing life would come our way.