Back in the days, at 10, I would play around, go out and after playing football, I return home to my darling Mom & Dad, Never thought I’d grow up one day, in fact that was the last thing on my mind, The boy is grown and way too busy now.
Too busy to send or say Hi, or just pick up the phone, Too bad. Reminiscing on days past long ago and I can’t help but write this down. I just can’t wait to see what I will Look like at 60 – 70 , God Help me.
What I’ve learnt from Growing Old is The older I got, the more aware I became of time.
Youth Is the one thing worth having and I’m having the most marvellous youth and I don’t feel it now but I will when I am Old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared my forehead with lines then I will definitely feel it.
How sad it is, I will grow old and horrible , and dreadful but this picture will remain always young. It will never be older than this particular day. If it were only the other way, If it were I who was to be always young, and the picture that was to grow old, For that I can give anything, Yes, there is nothing in the world I would not give.
There are things I would miss about being younger - chiefly the ability to pull all-nighters and keep working and working well; and being smiled at by girls I didn’t know who thought I was cute.
In my sixties, I know I would sit down and wish the time hadn’t gone so fast, though. And sometimes I would wish I’d enjoyed it more on the way, and worried about it less.
Above All,……..I know you think I dread the fact that I’m going to grow old some day, but I'm not one of those people. I want to live a long time.
Because Nature gives me the face I have at twenties; is it up to me to merit the face I’m going to have at Sixty? Let me know in the Comment Below.
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