On Aging – by Maya Angelou
When you see me sitting quietly, like a sack upon a shelf,
Don’t think I need your chattering. I’m listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don’t pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it, otherwise I’ll do without it!
When my bones are stiff and aching and my feet won’t climb the stair,
I will only ask one favor: Don’t bring me no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling, don’t study and get it wrong.
‘Cause tired don’t mean lazy and every goodbye ain’t gone.
I’m the same person I was back then, a little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.
But ain’t I lucky I can still breathe in.
When They Get Older? We All Get Older!
Getting older? Suck it up. Mom did!
I recently found an interesting definition of the blogosphere, cited in Huffington Post 50, “The Urban Dictionary describes “blogosphere” as something akin to a million lunatics wandering the streets mumbling to themselves. [They] write it all down and put it on the web.”
I guess there is good and bad in everything, so here is my selection of interesting mumblings of the week; When They Get Older.
I like the cheery atmosphere of the landing page, whilst the articles tackle serious issues, asking some of the hard questions that need to be asked. In fact, asking these questions sooner rather than later can make later life a lot easier. For instance, take a look at this post, entitled, “10 Questions To Ask Your Parents Before It’s Too Late.”
We all get older eventually, so have fun while you can, I say, and stay fit for heaven’s sake.
Cheers,
Kevin aka FitOldDog
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