15-08-2015 9:54 PM
ABOUT GROWING OLDER…
First ~ Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.
Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me; I want people to know 'why' I look this way.
I've traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren't paved.
Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.
Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
Sixth ~ I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it's such a nice change from being young.
Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.
Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
Tenth ~ Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it's called golf.
And, finally ~ If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old.
15-08-2015 10:00 PM
Wise words ....
15-08-2015 10:31 PM
Mother nature says I must grow old but nobody said I have to grow up!
15-08-2015 10:45 PM
I knew I was getting old when I realised my KIDS were going grey.
16-08-2015 4:38 AM
I knew I was getting old when doctors and police officers started to look like teenagers and when I saw a young lady with a short skirt and thin strapped top and thought
"you must be freezing"
16-08-2015 1:22 PM
I don't think I'm old yet - late middle-age, perhaps.
Having said that - I can cope with the fact that doctors, police officers and teachers all look about nineteen.
What's starting to worry me is just how youthful all the pensioners look.
16-08-2015 1:23 PM
At risk of boring everyone (it's a well-known llittle verse), I still find this both amusing and disquieting:
Just a line to say I’m living,
That I’m not amongst the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful,
And mixed up in the head.
I’ve got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I’m resigned,
I can cope with my bifocals,
But Lord I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can’t remember,
When I’m standing by the stairs,
If I should be going up for something,
Or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often,
My mind is full of doubt,
Now did I just put some food away,
Or come to take some out?
If it’s not my turn to write dear,
I hope you won’t get sore,
I may think I have written,
And don’t want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you,
And wish that you lived near,
And now it’s time to mail this,
And to say goodbye my dear.
At last I stand beside the mailbox,
And my face – it sure is red,
Instead of posting this to you –
I’ve opened it instead!
16-08-2015 7:00 PM
My body is nearly 60...but the rest of me is 25
16-08-2015 9:27 PM
@otherego wrote:At risk of boring everyone (it's a well-known llittle verse), I still find this both amusing and disquieting:
Just a line to say I’m living,
That I’m not amongst the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful,
And mixed up in the head.
I’ve got used to my arthritis,
To my dentures I’m resigned,
I can cope with my bifocals,
But Lord I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can’t remember,
When I’m standing by the stairs,
If I should be going up for something,
Or have I just come down from there?
And before the fridge so often,
My mind is full of doubt,
Now did I just put some food away,
Or come to take some out?
If it’s not my turn to write dear,
I hope you won’t get sore,
I may think I have written,
And don’t want to be a bore.
So remember I do love you,
And wish that you lived near,
And now it’s time to mail this,
And to say goodbye my dear.
At last I stand beside the mailbox,
And my face – it sure is red,
Instead of posting this to you –
I’ve opened it instead!
i like this.i have not read it beforew.
17-08-2015 1:03 AM
It seems to me that science will in the future, solve the problems of ageing, but unfortunately too late for most of us here