I have heard people say there is nothing golden about the "golden years." The preacher in Ecclesiastes would agree. He does make growing old sound all downhill...
"In old age, your body no longer serves you so well.
Muscles slacken, grip weakens, joints stiffen.
The shades are pulled down on the world.
You can't come and go at will. Things grind to a halt.
The hum of the household fades away.
You are wakened now by bird-song.
Hikes to the mountains are a thing of the past.
Even a stroll down the road has its terrors.
Your hair turns apple-blossom white,
Adorning a fragile and impotent matchstick body.
Yes, you're well on your way to eternal rest,
While your friends make plans for your funeral."
Ouch this book hurts. I prefer the wisdom of growing old in the Proverbs.
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