I don't fear age.
I fear infirmity. The shaking of limbs, the creaking of joints, the pain in knobby hands papery and rheumy. Heaviness and torpor, unbidden.
It terrifies me. Scares me cold to my bones, chilling my marrow. The shaking hands...the apologetic crinkles around the eyes. With a young mind, stilled at ageing by 35.
I cannot abide it.
I fear infirmity. The shaking of limbs, the creaking of joints, the pain in knobby hands papery and rheumy. Heaviness and torpor, unbidden.
It terrifies me. Scares me cold to my bones, chilling my marrow. The shaking hands...the apologetic crinkles around the eyes. With a young mind, stilled at ageing by 35.
I cannot abide it.
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