A Treatise on Getting Older

The hair thins and goes gray...
The skin gets wrinkly and loses its rosy color...
The gut bulges ever farther...
Gravity wants to pull one ever deeper back into the Earth that spawned one...
There's this desire to get back into a WOMB similar to the womb that spawned one, but only younger women spawn this desire, and younger women are not interested, because this old soul in this old body is so, so old...or they're of breeding age and want kids, whom this older man is too old, tired and poor to raise...
The mid-day naps, when one has a day off from working, become longer and deeper...
The aches and pains of the body attempting to rebel from its final destination of death...
There's this desire for everyone to leave one alone, yet a fear that one will then end up and die alone...
Ah, what a joyous thing, the aging process...
Trying to find humor in this situation.
OK, cheerily, now onto the beach or somewhere younger people hang out, lay in the sun, have a few laughs...feel as young as possible...