Lusty types weather fast, their skin turns to leather before forty.
Monks count their years in scores, walking robed.
In heaven, you live forever. Comatose humans are said to hang on longest. Not long in the grand scheme, but an eternity, considering the debilitated condition of crouching near death. I have lived my life in dog-years, aging seven times faster than I need. No duplication in any print or electronic format is permitted without express permission from the author.