Run Me Backwards

Not quite frail, not quite young, skin not so supple as it once was... Dreams of what was, dreams of what never was, and the impossibility of the here and now. If I could but grab, hold close, all the special moments that have made me...me, and run backwards in time holding all so close....to a time that stands still..clocks not ticking...age not closing in.... Would I be happy then?