Footnotes to Age- a ramble

Thanks to those who read Age- a ramble . It was not meant to imply that I was feeling old. Let’s face it: we are all getting older at the rate of 60s/ min.

I don’t want to labour the point, but I forgot that I had meant to add a lyric by the late Leonard Cohen:

“Well, my friends are gone and my hair is grey. I ache in the places where I used to play.” (Tower of Song)

How could you better that? Well, perhaps you could match it with T.S. Eliot:

“I grow old . . . I grow old . . . / I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.” (The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

Any excuse for photos and mention of these two.

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