GROWING OLD….
July 19th, 2005
Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your
age and start bragging about it.
Don’t let anyone tell you you’re getting old. Squash their toes
with your rocker.
The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me. I want people
to know why I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way and some of
the roads weren’t paved.
Maturity means being emotionally and mentally healthy. It is that
time when you know when to say yes and when to say no, and when
to say WHOOPEE!
How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think
of Algebra.
You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.
I don’t know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.
The golden years are really just metallic years, gold in the tooth,
silver in your hair, and lead in the rear.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the
age of 80 and gradually approach 18 (except for Algebra.)
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It is more often a
succession of jerks.
Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
If you don’t learn to laugh at trouble, you won’t have anything
to laugh at when you are old.