yer born we all get old ,,, but its the ride that counts ,, like my poem said old age is a gift not many get to grow old has me and ghostie found out this week ,,,, a very good friend of his died ,,, getten ready for work and bang hit the deck,,, 49 was his age and in a secound he was gone ,,,,, so my moto is live each day has if it is your last enjoy life who cares if ya got wrinkles and every thing is going south ,,, each day is a blessen ,,,, grow old gracefully or ungracefully has long has you enjoy each moment to the full and dont waste a secound :wink: