OLD AGE
Youth is very sad. It sees the possibility
Of wrinkles coming. Even in Arcady, death stalks.
Old age, on the contrary, is happy. It says,
“Just think, I have today.” Besides, Einstein’s
Face, surrounded by its halo of white hair,
Grew more interestingly intricate with every year.
Every wrinkle wondered. Imagine
How fortunate to be the musician who, when he heard
He was going blind, exclaimed, “Great. Now
I’ll have time to play all my records.”
— MARY EWALD
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