GROWING OLD

An individual human existence should be like a river- small at first, narrowly contained within its banks, and rushing passionately past boulders and over waterfalls. Gradually the river grows wider, the banks recede, the waters flow more quietly, and in the end, without any visible break, they become merged in the sea and painlessly lose their individual being.

The man who in old age, can see he’s life this way, will not suffer from the

fear of death, since the things he cares for will continue. Anon

A prayer as I grow older.

Lord, you know I am growing older. Keep me from closing my eyes to the fact. Make me thoughtful, not moody, helpful, not bossy. Teach me to admit that sometimes I am mistaken. Make me more considerate as my age progresses. Let me never grow old – only older. Anon

Our duty is not to ad years to our life – But life to our years.

Groete; Koekie Erlank

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