The thought of growing old is quite frightening to most of us usually the thought of death relates to it and all of the sudden our worst nightmare stands in front of us mocking us to our face and all the fear that we had in control for so long is now running throughout our vain like poison ready to kill but what can we do? It is part of nature, we are born a little baby and so we know nothing and we are thought to speak and walk we are taken care off until we are of age to take care of ourselves and then it repeats itself we become old and no longer can we walk and no longer can we speak and we now know nothing and when death finally comes we have no power not even to escape it.
:Photograph of the old:
:laugh precious one for your days of joy are almost gone and when you least expect it you have grown old and no longer will you dance with the young man and he no longer will kiss those soft lips that you once had. Your skin will have turned wrinkled and saggy and you will find no reason to laugh and no strength to smile your hope in living will be shattered and joy will hide from you. The ability to think for yourself will no longer be an option and the privilege of taking a long walk will be taken away from you because now you spend half your day in bed and the other half sitting alone, your legs have become of no use to you. The comb you once did carry with you will be rusted in the bathroom cabinet because it is of no more use to you after all your hair did fall out and people will confuse you as a man as a woman your gender will be mistaken often and when at last you are gone as I will soon be we will be only but an unknown face in a photograph that is rotting on the wall:
-Ivy the great
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