God, grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do like, and the eyesight to tell the difference.
Now that I'm "older" (but refuse to grow up), here's what I've discovered: I started out with nothing, and I still have most of it.
My wild oats have turned into All-Bran.
I finally got my head together, and now my body is falling apart.
If all is not lost, where is it?
It is easier to get older than it is to get wiser.
If God wanted me to touch my toes, he would have put them on my knees.
These days, I spend a lot of time thinking about the hereafter. I go somewhere to get something and then wonder what I'm hereafter.
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