The house I have is wearing out, and that ,of course, I know. It's been in use a long long while and weathered many a gale, I'm really not surprised you think it's getting somewhat frail. The walls a bit transparent and looking rather thin. My long years can't make me old. I feel I'm in my youth.
Eternity is just ahead, a life of joys and truth.
You tell me I am getting old, you just don't understand. The dweller in my little house is young and bright and gay, Just starting on a life to last throughout eternal day. You only see the outside, which is all most folk see. It might not be Shakespeare, but I'm sure many of you will agree with the sentiment. This article by Fiona Cowan was originally published in the Hexagon, the parish maganzine for the 6 parishes of Somerleyton, Herrignfleet, Fritton, Ashby, Lound, and Blundeston with Flixton in January 1997, and is reproduced with her permission.