Every day I see kids play in the evening with their friends, I enjoy the energy of childhood. As an old man sitting carefully on a chair outside my apartment, I laugh at their fun games.
Now my bones are weak, my wrinkles are more visible daily. I can't feel my strong teeth as usual. My prime days are only memories now. I am no longer that agile handsome figure that gets ladies crazy.
How life has hunched my back and given me a grey look. Without my youthful pictures, no one will believe I was once like these vibrant kids.
Whatever thing I do is directed by extreme care. My grandson sometimes aids my movement. I am no longer friendly with noise. Me that was a music lover. I could raise the volume to the highest at will.
Humans are like food that pass through processes on the fire. I am now the overcooked (burnt) food. Probably the sour food. Someday, I will be discarded when fungi infest me.
What can I do?, I am just like other humans.
This phase of life is appealing and disgusting.
I am lucky to experience it.
I look forward to my grave when I won't remember I once lived.
The dead know nothing.
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