Bi-Focal Safety Glasses
Mom always said, GETTING OLD ISN'T FOR SISSIES
Nope.
But I can honestly tell you, I'm enjoying it. I can wear the stress and worry lines like a badge of honor. I can wear the scars with my head held high.
I like my glasses and I like my grey.
I like the fact that my body aches and my bones snap and pop. It's been a hard road to get here. And it'll probably be a hard road ahead. I'll take it as a challenge.
I'll push my body to the point it hurts. And smile the next morning when I wake up and my body gives me all those reminders that I'm not twenty anymore.
My pains, my ache, my heartbreaks have made me the man I am. For the past eleven years I've grown with the pride of having a woman who's helped me grow, even as she teasingly called me "old man."
And for that, I raise my chin and push out my chest and proudly call myself an "old man!"