Quandary

This week the oldest minister of our church connection died. Guess who is now the oldest! You ask me how old I am? I can't tell you. You may be a better judge of that than I am. Yes, of course, I can tell you the number of the years. It's not so important how old I am, but how I am old. I may have tunnel vision, but there is light at the end of the tunnel! Though the outlook is dark, the uplook is bright.

There is an old saying that everyone wants to live long, but no one wants to be old. Seneca said, "Old age is an incurable disease." He's wrong! Consider another author - Joubert - He says, "The evening of life brings with it its lamps."

When you are nearing home after a long absence, the nearer you get, the higher the joy and anticipation.

Anyway, I have written a poem for you.

Quandary

"Old age ain't for sissies," I've often been told,
So I've tried all the harder to never grow old.
And "Old age will kill you," I've heard others say,
But it's work of a lifetime to keep aging away.

It's troubled my night, and It's troubled my day,
So I turned to the experts to hear what they say.

With muscles in tone, keep physically fit,
From health regulations don't vary a bit.
Do push-ups a plenty; from table push back,
Avoid fats and sugar; of calories keep track.

But even the experts don't always agree,
For they've got the same problem, in person, you see.

So I've studied and searched to solve out this riddle,
But I'm still losing hair and got thick in the middle.
And while I'm bewildered, my thoughts in a maze,
like a flash came the answer -
KEEP HAVING BIRTHDAYS!