Ow!

I am not funky but I am in a funk. I am no longer hip but I once followed those hippie ways.

What I really am is older. And I am feeling it. I have aches that I once ignored but now seem unable to. I have less teeth and less hair than I once did. I am waiting for the wisdom that comes with age but often feel dumber.

In short, getting older is not what it was cracked up to be.

It's all a lie. A vicious, evil, lie. 

"If I'd known I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself."  [Eubie Blake]

My body is in rebellion. I didn't think I had taken much of a pounding over my life but I sure feel like it of late. Sure, I fell out of trees, off bicycles and motorcycles, had an car accident or two, fell down a ladder, jumped off a few roofs, but didn't we all?

Maybe I am feeling other people's aches and pains.