His life is drawing to its close.
He has lived past three score and ten
and has no reason to suppose
That he should know the how and when.
He is not ready yet to go
his life is full of interest
Although his pace of life is slow
he has retained his youthful zest.
Now often plagued by aches and pains,
accepts them philosophically.
Its very seldom he complains,
he knows there is no remedy
for his ailments. He is quite sure
death will provide a lasting cure.
8-May-08
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This one hit home. For a while there I thought you were describing me. I'm still pretty healthy, though for a man of 72. My step has slowed some. Good thing I've learned the shortcuts. A good write, keep them coming.
Man becomes old by mind and attitude....and not by years…. He is not ready yet to go his life is full of interest Although his pace of life is slow he has retained his youthful zest. These line show optimism towards living… Life is a mixture of pain and joys so we are forced to welcome both…. **Abha**
Hi Ivor! Aches and pains they come and go, thats a fact that we all know. Death may provide a lasting cure, but sounds a little toooo lasting to me, for sure! ! Great read! ! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad
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But do we have to give it back? i seem to have now acquired the knack I'm not as fast as i used to be, and don't want to be hanging round for eternity! those three score years and ten, is it written down! What then? are those years deducted from my next life? must make arrangements with the wife! . good one Ivor, regards Bob