An archaeologist is the best
husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.
Agatha Christie
I suppose I should
be flattered that people frequently tell me that I look good for my age. But, why
can’t I just look good anymore? In truth I don’t even understand what “looking good
for your age” means. If I look good for my age, who am I being compared to?
Where is this archetypal face? And at what age does looking good have to be
qualified?
When I look in the
mirror I see my face – it’s the face of a 61 year old. There aren’t any other
faces in the mirror to compare to. I see the laugh lines of all the joyous
events in my life and the wrinkles of worry and loss; but I earned all of my
lines and wrinkles and I wear them proudly. I have no desire to have them
erased from my face.
There are days that
I look like crap and days that after I put my makeup on, I think I look pretty
good – not for a 61 year old, but just pretty good. So next time you see
someone of a certain age and want to pay them a compliment, tell them that they
look good, not good for their age.
I cannot see
I cannot pee
I cannot chew
I cannot screw
Oh, my God, what can I do?
My memory shrinks
My hearing stinks
No sense of smell
I look like hell
My mood is bad – can you tell?
My body’s drooping
Have trouble pooping
The Golden Years have come at
last
The Golden Years can kiss my
ass
The Cat in the Hat on Aging
Make someone smile
today.
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