I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.
You get olderand you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, goling along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again, no wonder I don't recognizemy little crayon picture. It appears to be meand it isand it is not.
Rise to the occassion which is life!
I sure would like to get kissed. How would that feel on my mouth, How different would I be after,a changed climate down in my insides?
Some people make a bad bed, they just have to lie in it.