With some people it gets better with age, with others it gets worse.
As I left my apartment yesterday morning to head for work, I ran into one of my elderly neighbors who lives on the second floor.
She spoke and asked me how I was doing.
I told her I was fine then in return asked her how she was.
“Not so good”, she responded. “I’m old. It’s terrible to get old. It’s terrible to be old. It’s just terrible”.
She continued to go on as I walked down to the next staircase.
“I wish I was young like you again”, the woman said.