He'd been old for so long that he had completely forgotten all about how it is to be young.
Pain was his constant companion. Joint pain, stomach pain, all pain. He could not remember a time when he woke up and he just was without pain.
At least his hearing had gone some, so now he no longer was subjected to the noises of the others. L'enfer, c'est les autres! Another poor sod!
Surprisingly his eyesight was very good, maybe because he had worn glasses all his life and had them checked regularly.
Now, he walked so slow that he noticed things he had never before. One morning he saw a flying insect with the longest legs and huge, almost transparent, flapping wings.
How that managed to keep afloat on the cold Irish breeze was a mystery to him. Maybe it was home and was used to it! He had never seen one flying, the grace and wonder! He'd just seen them squashed in the front of the car when he was cleaning it. Such elegant strength!
The world was going mad, good thing he was old enough to die before it imploded! He would miss it though. The madness!
He'd read about a woman proudly announcing to the world that she is following the God diet. If God did not create it, I do not eat it.
One can see she never heard of logic. According to logic, as man was created by God, then anything man, or woman, creates was also created by God. Of course, logic does not account for the Devil. Flaw in the matrix there.
When he was in his fifties he had run into an old neighbor, a woman he had known all his life, she was well into her nineties and was complaining that she did not die already.
‘God has forgotten me down here!’, and her tone was that of disappointment and despair. He did not understand her then, he did now though.
We do not think about it, but life has its own intrinsic course we only decipher when, and if, we get old enough.