Sitting in a rocking chair, reminiscing about yesterday's
vibrant and agile lives we have all had when younger.
Now in senior years, disabled, a lull in energy that cannot
ever be regained.
Try as we will, nothing can be brought into our beings to
bring us back to youth, as much as we wish for it constantly.
All we can do is take care of ourselves, exercise, eat right,
live right, keep our minds and body healthy and in a precise
spiritual state of grace.
Then our body will be purified and kept in a healthy aspect
of being until our death.
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