The wonders of aging
There is nothing more infuriating than not being able to find the right word when you want it. It’s like having an argument with an officious person in authority and then thinking of what you should have said when you are half a block away.
I don’t enjoy the physical limitations. I used to love playing football. Now that’s a dream.
I used to have great optimism and dreams. I wanted to change the world. My idealism is becoming tinged with realism. Every now and then I have to have a clear out in my head, round up all the pragmatism and kick it out.
Then you go into a room to get something and have to stand there like a fool trying to remember what it was. And you repeat yourself.
I don’t like aching.
I don’t like slowing down.
I don’t like time running out.
I don’t like aging.
Where’s the wisdom when you can’t remember the experience?
Have I told you about the frustration of not being able to find the right word?
Here’s a list of all the wonders of aging:
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The Wonders of Aging
My electrons are orbiting slow.
My dreams are drying out.
I ache in every joint
And all I seem to do
Is shout.
From the way it now seems,
I’ve got desiccated dreams.
My memory is shot
I’ve forgotten who I was.
I repeat myself too much.
I think it’s because
My neurons
Are full of fuzz
So the electricity
Doesn’t buzz.
I wander into a room
To find something I’ve forgotten.
My memory is shot
I’ve forgotten who I was.
I repeat myself too much.
I think it’s because
My neurons
Are full of fuzz
So the electricity
Doesn’t buzz.
Opher 9.11.2015