A Buck and a Half

I once thought, in fact I knew, that I would live to be, 150. In all my arrogance, I thought it was simply a matter of will. I saw all those oldsters, staggering around, with their walkers, dim eyes and fearful stares, and thought, "Oh, they've just given up! Have a little pride! Get some discipline! Do some yoga! Stay in shape! Try new things and for god's sake, don't wear those silly old folks clothes! I was doing pretty well through my fifties and enjoyed the compliments of how I didn't look my age. And then one day I had nothing to say about the matter. I done got old. An ache here a pain there. Oh, I'm still fighting, but it's hard and mirrors hurt. I think that I am going to have to sneak up on 150 with a walker.