When they grow old
How do you suppose it feels then, to grow old? I suppose the younger we are the further that ominous thought would be from our minds. As I’m typing this post today, I feel a little old myself. Perhaps it has to do with my advancing age, although I’m not old in the sense that my mother and father are. Apart from just having woken up, the fatigue and awkwardness I feel when weaving my way down the stairs of my small apartment building has more to do with my physical condition and how I’m feeling emotionally right now.