The Future

The future In Japan, an island where old people live there is a push for euthanasia after a good meal watching spring flowers on a screen and resting on a bed of scented roses. To qualify, one has to be 75. Contrast this with Harrison Ford, who at eighty plays a hero fighting the Nazis. Ok, close-ups are digitally advanced till he looks 35-five, smooth and wrinkle-free. I remember a Beetle song: will you love me When I’m 65? To think Paul, of the Beetles, is over eighty. My advice is: don’t go West, young man, go East and seek your fortune. Alas, doomed to live till I die, reflecting that I’m eighty-five and have a newspaper round to Pay for the medicine keeping me alive.