
Let the trumpet of the day of judgment sound when it will, I shall appear with this book in my hand before the Sovereign Judge, and cry with a loud voice, This is my work, there were my thoughts, and thus was I. I have freely told both the good and the bad, have hid nothing wicked, added nothing good.
Showing posts with label Aged. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aged. Show all posts
Friday, 25 July 2014
OLD AGE VICTIMS
Call it what you may but it will forever be the fearsome stage of life, the boringly awesome entity, we get older to get wearily gruesome, more comprehensible than the far fetched, they say get older to get wiser, as querulously lonesome with a thought of a miser. Gain experience to remember pain, revisit depression unwholesomely and rely upon stress unsustainably. Forget sex to embrace hormonal quests. He who knows the darkness shall learn to live in the light, forever young, ever loveable, wrinkle free adorable.


Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)