Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Old Age is like a fruit that is rotting on the tree, and refuses to fall to the ground. Old age is a bright orange apricot with rosy coloring--but when you pick it you find out the smart birds have pecked away the whole side you can't see. Old age is when you listen to your ears, and bite your teeth.      I can write these supposedly bitter words and get away with it because I am old, and speak the truth as I see it. M.E. Daley     1:58:37 PM    comment []