One Hasn't Got Time

“When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame, one hasn’t got time for the waiting game” - The September Song -Anderson/Weil.
There’s the graying and thinning hair, the arthritic knee, the cataract, the shrinking frame, but the most disconcerting sign of aging is the placing of less reliance on long range planning. In fact, one is no longer aging when he or she suddenly wakes up to find that long range planning has been replaced by short range planning. He or she has aged and is now old.

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