It ought to be lovely to be old to be full of the peace that comes of experience and wrinkled ripe fulfilment. The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins in their old age. Gentle, old people […]Beautiful Old Age
I have reposted this from my other blog Limited Edition. Some days I wonder why I posted this post. Maybe I had a moment of self-worth. Hope you smile 😁 like I did today.