Fool me once
Ambition burned white hot when I was young, then I lost it, discouraged, then found it again, then lost it, then found it, now, in old age, thinking myself safe, the old fraud seems to have appeared again.
Ambition burned white hot when I was young, then I lost it, discouraged, then found it again, then lost it, then found it, now, in old age, thinking myself safe, the old fraud seems to have appeared again.
In old age anecdotes from the past come flooding into my brain, elbowing each other aside, each one eager for attention
Let me share some wisdom with you from my advanced old age – things never turn out like you think they are going to.
Some of my friends die young, all of my enemies live to a well-rewarded, ripe old age, it seems.
How can Irememberperfectly thewords of aLonnie Donegansong from1958when I haveforgotten so much?
I have two doctorates – when people want to know what’s going on they say “Doctor, doctor, gimme the news”
Old photos: old family; old friends; old pets; old places; old events; old hopes; old dreams.
Biographies give me the comforting feeling that life is arranged in patterns, has structure, can be understood rationally, and will turn out all right in the end.
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