Tempus Fugit
You don’t age, you are aged. Still the same me, but now the same old me. I guess I‘m carrying more of life’s baggage, which is why I walk more slowly and my back is starting to bend and take the rest of me closer to the ground that will claim me.
Those nearest, dearest and furthest away age me. I’m put in a box, prematurely.
The arthritis I can stand, except its niggling reminder of my earlier dexterity. I don’t look in the mirror – I shave by touch, brush hair by memory, but...
I’m not aging; I’m raging!
- Category: General / Misc
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Wow, thank you very much Drew; that's most generous. (I could have categorised it as True stories etc though!)
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Chris Walker over 8 years ago
Raging gracefully :-)
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Neville Hunt over 8 years ago
Michelle, that's a lovely comment; thank you. It's particularly interesting that your uncle knows that irritating arthritis feeling; I'm obviously not alone in the way I feel!
Anna Maria, thanks very much for your comment and the good wish. I promise to rage on!
Chris, I'm not sure how graceful I'll be, but I'll do my best to keep raging! Thanks for the comment.
