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You see, six months ago I had my hair done and made the strangest discovery. In that one silver hair, I saw reflected my life's work...<...> At this point I realized that I must find a heir.

Lonely people are more honest and less frown. All the wrinkles from artificial smiles. People get older compromise.

Love not the fool of time, although the flowering lips and cheeks
Fall under the stroke of his curved sickle.
Love does not change with the fleeting hours and weeks,
But remains unchanged until the fatal end.
(Love - not a measly doll in the hands of
At the time, the erase roses
On the flaming lips and cheeks,
And not afraid of her time threats).
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle''s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

Duck Shah it seems
There is a heart, and become,
And you, Sparky, you're dead
With the crown not to be seen!
You've got in your summer
Power all the same not the same!
Care you health,
After all, you're more than a hundred!..

For her age - is as much a characteristic of her personality, like eye color or height. No one in the head does not come to be ashamed of that brown eyes, a height of 165?

Aging! Hello, my ageing!
Blood slow stroenie.
Once the legs and structure
tormented by the vision.

So I don't know what happened to me. I really don't know. Look in the mirror and see only your eyes. ... Eyes on the old man's face. Sometimes I think I was born too early or too late.
I don't know what happen to me. I don't know. I look in the mirror, the only thing that I recognize are these eyes. In this old man's face. And sometimes I think I was both either too early or too late for my life.

Getting old ain't fun, everything else and the days get longer.

Adults usually notice that over time all of us regret the days of our youth.

Time sped quickly to the fact that his soul did not have time to grow old. And although a vague anxiety about the irrevocably lost with each passing day, declares himself stronger, he stubbornly refuses to abandon the illusion that the most important thing is still ahead. He is patiently waiting in the wings, which does not come, he does not think that the future was terribly shortened, that it is not the same as before, when it seemed almost infinite - a sort of inexhaustible wealth that can be spent without regard.

And now come the cold... Time inexplicably speeds up all of your running, swallowing day by day. Before you know it - the night comes, the sun goes around the earth on the other side and rise again to illuminate the snow-covered world.

Purpose in life was not in the mood too. Just had to aging...

They say that aging is a natural process, but the truth is to fail in our genes.

Vague disappointment, and that is when the most important hours of his life pass by without hitting us, and the rumbling fades away and we stand alone among vzvihrennyh dry leaves, regretting the fact that I missed the dangerous but glorious moment.