Growing older

I never believed it would happen to me, and I am still shocked when I go to the senior citizen center with my wife. She exercises and I either write or play a little pool. Mostly write. I am stunned by all of the old people I see, never making the connection that I am nearly seventy myself.

I look in the mirror daily, and I love this mirror, because it is magic to me. I still see a younger me, while faintly recognizing some subtle changes that I am getting older. The white beard is a give away. But still I seem young to me.

However, I am aware that the first thing we lose as we get older is our rear end, because we are always having to hitch up our pants in the back lest they fall down, and I am still considering making special suspenders for underwear which I am thinking of “Rear-enders”. You know the things you might think about when you have the time to think a lot.

Did I tell you that I love my magic mirror that makes me feel young—I can’t remember but, it does make me feel young again.