jueves, 1 de noviembre de 2007

Am I growing old...?

Am I growing old? This is a question that has been bugging me lately.
My face shows a few more wrinkles than last year... could it be that I am growing old? No, it´s because I smile so much and am so expressive in my talk.
My arms and hands seem to have more freckles on them... am I growing old? No, it´s because I am spending so much time outdoors, in the sun.
I seem to have some white hairs pushing among my naturally curly auburn hair, am I growing old? No, 44 years of age is high time to start getting a few white hairs, right?
I don´t seem to enjoy late nights as much as I used to. Am I growing old? No, I wake up too early in the mornings and work all day...
My eyesight is troubling me. I have never had to wear glasses... could I be growing old? No, I do too much reading and writing... that´s it.
I have always loved doing gardening and enjoying the beautiful Argentinean spring days outdoors. Last Saturday I worked for 6 hours in my back garden, and the following day I was aching all over... could I really be growing old? No, I just did a bit too much, and left nothing of the hardest work for the gardener to do...
And above all... I am NOT growing old, as growing old will be by your side...

2 comentarios:

bill.barítono dijo...

Growing old?
I once heard someone saying that the very first moment we born we start growing old and approching to death... It's not such an heavy warning... If it's a warning... anyways, the very best of growing is the growing that happens inside...
this one is the very best...
I guess i got a lot of it dear friend!
kisses.

Jeannie dijo...

Bill, there is no doubt that the moment we are born is the beginning of the end... and sure that the growing inside is the one that counts. and how much we can do with it for ourselves and those around us is what will show how much we have grown.
Thank you for always being around, my dear friend!