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Sep 2021
Golden Years? That's what old age years has been labeled,
probably by some one in their fifties and in good health
trying to console some one in their sixties or seventies.

Golden Years? There is nothing golden when you can no
longer *drive yourself in your own vehicle, any where you
want to go, any time you want to go.

Golden Years? What's golden about failed health, living on
pills and being denied the kind of food and snacks that you
crave, because they contain too much salt and sugar. Well this
eighty-three old geezer is going to eat and drink whatever and whenever and however much of those forbidden foods and snacks he wants to. Denying myself of too much salt or sugar
isn't going to extend living years that much.

Golden Years? Being confined to a wheel chair or walker every
where I want to go? Or falling down when I feel like walking -
if you can call shuffling along with toddler size steps as walking.
Huffing and puffing from simple exercise of pulling on your socks...No my friends, there is nothing golden about those years.

Golden Years? Meeting financial obligations on SS; buying all those sugar and salt grocery items; paying seven hundred dollars a month for rent; maintaining cell phone costs and buying birthday cards and presents for children, grand children, grt. grand children AND each other, plus celebrating anniversaries
(our 62nd this year)  but can't *drive to a restaurant to celebrate
with eating too much salt and sugar meals ....GOLDEN YEARS?
NO, HUNCA! I don't know what these last years of life are - but
they 'aint GOLDEN YEARS!!
                           by Jerry Howarth
Written by
Jerry Howarth  Topeka, Ks.
(Topeka, Ks.)   
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