A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor’s office.
“Is it true,” she wanted to know, “that the medication
you prescribed has to be taken for the rest of my life?”
“‘Yes, I’m afraid so,”‘ the doctor told her.
There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied,
“I’m wondering, then, just how serious is my condition
because this prescription is marked
An older gentleman was on the operating table awaiting surgery
and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anaesthesia, he asked to speak to his son.
“Yes, Dad, what is it?”
“Don’t be nervous, son; do your best, and just remember, if it doesn’t go well,
if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and
live with you and your wife….”
Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age
and start bragging about it.
This is so true.
I love to hear them say “you don’t look that old.”
The older we get,
the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.
Some people try to turn back their odometers.
I want people to know why I look this way.
I’ve travelled a long way and some of the roads weren’t paved.
When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth,
think of Algebra.
One of the many things no one tells you about ageing
is that it is such a nice change from being young.
Ah, being young is beautiful,
but being old is comfortable.
And this final one (especially for me,)
“Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder
and Your hand over my mouth!”