Getting old, well older. |
Not as Young... To steal a line from a favorite song-- that is absolute truth and just SO wrong ... "I'm not as young as I once was,"* hurts to realize - it really does. Hubby can't sit in the woods as long, gets cold easier, the feeling gets gone and his bum falls asleep-- It's enough to make a grown man weep! A wheel barrow full of wood weighs more than it ever seemed to weigh before and don't get me going about climbing stairs-- with old knees and hips: it isn't fair! Bedtime comes earlier: sometimes before dark and staying up late is an extremely rare lark. The energy levels always seem half-full: there's only so much no matter how hard you pull! I remember dancing til the wee hours back when we were young and at full power. A night without sleep was nothing new and we just kept going--it was what we'd do. Inside my mind, I still feel young with worlds to conquer and songs to be sung. Yet the mirror insists I am getting old-- my mother looks back and says 'I told-- you so.' Why are the folks always right? 'Been there; done that' sounds awfully trite! But point of fact the message sent is my 'get up and go, got up and went!' *From Toby Keith - As Good As I Once Was |