More like a young gazelle.

I've never liked the idea. Of some day becoming an old man. Much rather be young. Or even middle-aged. In my youth, old meant becoming decrepit. And doddering. I thought of 80. As ancient. But now that I'm there, I've revised my outlook. Old is 100. Eighty seems relatively young. Funny thing. When turning 40, I panicked. Thought I was running out of time. But dear wife Jeanne. She was nine years older than me. Found solace in that. Being the youngest of two lovers. Now I'm the survivor. Life goes on. Happily. Bountifully. With my Italian amore Cristina. She's significantly younger than me. Maybe that's why I don't feel like an old man. More like a young gazelle. Keeping up with Cristina. --Jim Broede