And then after a gourmet supper, she gives me a warm bath, and cuddles up with me all night. He breaks down, no longer able to speak. The young man puts his arm around him. It's a question of finding a sickness you like. Sometimes age comes alone.
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get. He who laughs, lasts. I've gotten to the age where I need my false teeth and hearing aid before I can ask where I left my glasses. I am sitting here thinking how nice it is that wrinkles don't hurt.