Analysis of Growing Old In Good Time

Like an extension of my own nervous system,
your fingers to my hand, that close in scope.
We're a breath n' heartbeat apart in wisdom,
temper of same trials and born of same hope.

Your the one I'm growing old with it's foretold,
our history spans the shared joys n' the pain.
We have withstood and partaken it all in bold,
n' hammered our shield in gild to ever remain.

All compatible traits, we refined, like ilk to kin,
the opposite inclines, we smoothed out to flat.
Traversed a path in fine time, the goal to win,
now goodness pervades our getting to all 'that'.

I hold your hand on our final journey to home,
we've done well, our children stout, to excell.
As age calls our shady reprise of life on loan,
I see only light on trail ahead n' love to prevail!