1045HRS JUNE 26TH 2007

Strange how people talk about

living to a ripe old age.

Seems like when one reaches

a ripe old age,

one is progressively useless

to his friends and family,

he wastes the time of others

he wastes his own time

awaiting death.

He becomes a stranger

to those around him

and to himself

no longer the man

he used to be.

All potential possibilities

in Life

are totally exhausted

and now rendered

impossible.

He makes way

and steps aside

as society charges ahead

of him,

no longer able to cope

with new developments

in technology

and changing values

in society.

I think,

death comes to us

alot earlier

than death itself.

I think there reaches a time

when everyone of us

feels death

already in us

well before we

actually die.

Thus it seems to me,

a ripe old age

for dying

is proabably around

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