Eze's Musing

I am scared of getting old. I hate to think that I will ever come down with low energy, low aspiration, low inspiration, and be down and out. Will my urinary system retain integrity? Will my muscles begin to shake? What will my eyes and ears do? I am scared of getting old. Will younger men disdain me?   Will they regard me as dull, feeble, and useless? Will they push me aside in their purposeful frenzy? Will I be too slow to understand what they are saying? Will I be too weak to follow their tracks? I am scared of growing old. Will I have no desire? Will my mind not process solid thoughts? Will I be able to stand erect?   Will it be impossible to sit still or sleep still? Will I toss on the bed and feel no pain?   I hate to think I will grow old. What will happen when I retire? Will my jaw chew aright? Will my throat swallow? How about my stomach, will it churn and turn or grit in pain? Will my bowel move by my will or develop its own mind. Will I then be able to wine and dine?