Thoughts On Getting Older

Today, as I sit here in my office, I realize I’m getting older. Not terribly old, but definately older today than I was yesterday. As I sit here and ponder thoughts like “with age comes wisdom” and “aging like a fine wine”, one can’t help but to think negative thoughts like…

Maybe it’s true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.
There are three signs of old age. The first is your loss of memory. I forget the other two.
You’re getting old when you don’t care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don’t have to go along.
Middle age is when work is a lot less fun and fun is a lot more work.
Statistics show that at the age of seventy, there are five women to every man. Isn’t that a bad time for a guy to get those odds?
You know you’re getting on in years when the girls at the office start confiding in you.
Middle age is when it takes longer to rest than to get tired.
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he’s too old to go anywhere.
Middle age is when you have stopped growing at both ends, and have begun to grow in the middle.
A man has reached middle age when he is cautioned to slow down by his doctor instead of by the police.
You know you’re into middle age when you realize that caution is the only thing you care to exercise.