Eternal Youth: Inside, we feel the same as always. We have more or less the same hopes and dreams, wants and needs we had when we were young. We stay young on the inside. It’s just a body getting old and capricious.
. I think I just fell over, son, I really can’t be sure; Perhaps I just lay down awhile, I think it is the floor. Oh, I wish that I were younger, Less tired and bemused; Why do I, son, fall over? And why am I confused? . […]
And I’ve come to realise something about my generation: we are the bridge. We were born in one world… and grew up in another.
Twice this week, I have watched an elderly individual fade into the busy life in which we all live. One man just needed Panadol for his wife, but the shop assistant simply said it’s in ‘6’. He struggled to navigate the supermarket, and as I watched him go […]
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