Old Ain’t So Bad
Old ain’t so bad. I’m getting used to it.
I had to get a haircut today. I was afraid I’d run into my mom and she would say I looked woolly. To this day, when mom speaks I listen. No good southern boy wants to disappoint his mama.
I played a church service last night and my wife said I had more hair than anyone up there except the young lady singer, so it was time to get a trim. When we warmed up back-stage I mentioned that I had heard a medicine called Crestor might turn your hair black, (I do not know if this is true) and maybe I ought to take some.
The young lady singer said, “Oh don’t change your hair Dr. B, the gray makes you look wise.” Now that is a smart young woman.
My son is a tough kid, and has gotten wiser as he gets older. When he was fifteen and began to out-drive me when we played golf he would brag about it. Now that he is twenty-five and can hit it 300 yards, he is very respectful and asks if my last check-up was O.K.
I tell him he might be younger and stronger than me, can jump higher and run faster, and out-drive me fifty yards, but there was one thing he would never catch me in, and that was wisdom. The thing of it is the boy is catching up in that too, because he doesn’t protest like he used to. As he gets older, he has become wiser.
The young lady last night was wise too. Maybe nowadays young women call me ‘sir’ and tell me I remind them of their Dad, and the older ones want to know if I am taking new Medicare patients, but at least they have the good sense to say the gray hair makes me look wise. Like my boy, they know that is all an old man can lay claim to. My wife is the smartest of all. She tells it makes me distinguished!
But like I said, old ain’t so bad. In my line of work I am reminded every day how lucky I am and I cherish every day.
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