The older I get…
The more times I get up at night to pee.
The harder it is to fall back asleep after.
The more I’m like my mother.
The blurrier the words on the page appear.
The more reluctant I am to drive at night.
The less concerned I am with how I look.
The less hair I have on my head and the more I have to sweep off the bathroom floor.
The more sags in more body parts.
The harder it is to consider wrinkles “laugh lines.”
The more difficult it is to find shoes that don’t hurt my feet.
The less I remember.
The more aches and pains I feel.
The earlier I go to bed.
The harder it is to sleep-in come morning.
The gassier I am.
The stiffer I feel when I stand.
The wider my middle grows.
The younger “old” people seem.
The younger “young” people seem.
“There is still no cure for the common birthday.”
– John Glen
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