Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be.
sang poet Robert Browning. He must have been dreaming. Don't let me discourage you but being old is not that much fun. It is, to cite the time-worn cliche, not for sissies. William Wordsworth saw it as
Old age serene and bright and lovely as a Lapland night.
That's a pretty picture and perhaps it fits some exalted few but it seems to me that for us ordinary mortals, "The Old Gray Mare, She Ain't What She Used To Be", although considerably less lyrical, is a far more accurate description of the very elderly.
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