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Everything is further away now than it used to be. It is twice as far to
the corner - and they've added a hill I've noticed. I have given up
running for the bus, it leaves faster than it used to. It seems to me
they are making steps steeper than in the old days - and have you
noticed the smaller print they use in the newspaper and telephone books?
There's no sense in asking people to read aloud - everyone speaks in
such a low voice, I can hardly hear them. The material in dresses is
getting so skimpy - especially around the waist and hips. Even people
are changing. They are much younger than they used to be when I was
their age. On the other hand people my own age are so much older than I
am. I ran into an old friend the other day and she had aged so much she
didn't recognize me!
I got to thinking about the poor thing while I was combing my hair this
morning and, in doing so, I glanced at my reflection - and would you
believe it - they don't make mirrors like they used to either!!
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 like this. I've traveled a long way and some of the
roads were not paved.
You know you're getting old when everything either dries up or starts to
leak.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of
80 and gradually approach 18.
Within I do not find wrinkles and used heart, but unspent youth. One of
the many things no one tells you about aging is that it's such a nice
change from being young.
One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been. Age
seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of
jerks.
Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.
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