“Darling, I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow today;
Life is fading fast away.”
Eben E. Rexford.
I guess this doesn’t totally apply to me, since my hair was never gold, but “brown” just doesn’t cut it. I could change it to “Darling, I am winding down; silver threads among the brown.” That would at least rhyme, but I don’t like it much, either. I’ll just borrow the “silver threads” part, and go from there.
I AM growing old; I’ll be celebrating my seventieth birthday next month. I kind of like that number. It validates my aging body, and it hints of the wisdom I hope I’ve gained over the years.
This blog will be devoted to my threads of thought on aging: pros and cons, acceptance and protest; an inside view of what is often referred to as “the downhill part of life.” It’s something my mind can’t ignore. As the saying goes, “sh . . happens,” but it doesn’t necessarily have to stink! I don’t want the rest of my life to be a process of fading. I want it to be a continuous flow, ebbing, but with periods of regrowth.
I invite comments on these threads. My mind needn’t wander on in isolation. Outside views can be interwoven with mine, whether they come from young or old. Let’s look at the later years of life together. Maybe I’m more focused on aging than I was at twenty-five, but I can’t let that focus dominate my thoughts. I need to be shaken up a bit, and I hope you’ll help me by offering your prospective.