Lost Time

          Time is a Fickled mistress. None of us may escape her attentions. It is what we choose to do with her affections that matters. The majority of people fall into three categories, that I have noticed. The first group are the 'Kickers and Screamers.' these are the people who refuse to accept the fact that they are no longer in their twenties, and have not been for at least two decades. I know you know at least one of these people. There is that mother that raids her teenage daughter's closet. She tries to squeeze into an outfit that would not have fit her in her prime. Mom also tries to stay hip by learning, and using the latest trends and slang. Men aren't any better. They get hair implants, buy a new sports car, and squeeze into jeans two sizes too small. Then, they try and date girls that are closer to their children's ages than their own. This would not be so bad if they chose intelligent women they could commune with. However, they do not. The chose tends to swing closer to the erotic dancer type. Women who have more implants than a cyborg and who could care less about conversation than material things.
      Group two I will call the 'Rockers.' These are not people that keep playing 'Rock Music,' into their senior years. These are the people that give up on life after they retire. There seems to be nothing left for them to enjoy. I have seen too many of these people. They feel that they have outlived their usefulness. The only thing they have left is waiting on 'Jeopardy' to come on each night. Or, they prefer to sit on the front porch watching the world and time pass them by. They slowly count the passing of time with each rock of the rocking chair. All they have is the moment and the past.

     The final major group is the one I fall into when I reach that point. These are the people that find something to do to be productive well into their eighties, or longer. These people try to maintain a fun active life up until their final days. This is the group I want to belong to. My Grandfather and Father were members of this club as well. There is a part of me that wants to write and ride motorcycles, until I am in my eighties. By then, I may be on a trike with a rack for my walker. Life will be so enjoyable being that embarrassing older member of the family. I will be happy to leave my family with good memories and experiences in life. There can be nothing better than showing your loved ones how to live and love up until the end.