The hardest part of growing old is not the new aches and pains that plague a body in decline. Nor is the hardest part worrying about the future, even in times such as these; for when you can clearly see the sunset of your life, things that may happen years from now are not your concern, sometimes not even tomorrow is.
I've been lucky and I've worked hard my entire life, I live very comfortably. Unknowingly, some even envy me. They watch the grocery deliveries and the new things that come through the door from time to time; and it is as it appears, within reason, if there is some material thing I want... I can buy it. But none of it brings me happiness.
No, the hardest part of growing old is having the dreams of men still young...
I sell them here everyday, but I can't buy them for myself.
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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