Old age youngsters..!

The other day after Mr. Brahmachari won the marathon in the Joggers Park races, another friend drew up and asked Mr. Brahmachari his age.
“Guess?” asked Mr. Brahmachari with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Fifty five,” said my other friend.
“Seventy three!” said Mr. Brahmachari as he walked even faster and we gave up keeping pace with him.
The old are getting younger there’s no doubt about that and with this in mind I thought it wouldn’t do any harm pulling their leg a bit today:
In England, an old man was asked by a friend.
“Now that you’ve retired what do you do?”
“I have a good routine,” said the old gent. “Every morning, my man brings me a cup of tea and The Times. I drink the tea, read the obituary column, and if I’m not in the obituaries, I get up!”
Two ninety old men in a retirement community were deeply involved in a chess match, when one of them looked up and noticed a small woman running naked down the hallway.
“Look at that,” he exclaimed as he made his next move, “I must say Sally certainly needs to have her dress pressed!”
Here’s one on true love:
To celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary, a couple returned to their honeymoon hotel. After retiring to bed, the wife said, “Darling do you remember how you stroked my hair?” And so he stroked her hair. She then reminded him of the way they cuddled and so they cuddled once again. Then with a sigh, she whispered, “Won’t you nibble my ear again?”
With that the old man got out of bed and left the room.
“Did I say something wrong?” asked the wife.
“No.”
“Then where are you going?”
“To get my false teeth!”
And then there was this young woman who was very interested in marrying this wealthy old gentleman. After he proposed she suggested, “We might even have children!”
“Oh no,” the old gentleman replied, “my parents won’t let me.”
“What do you mean?” asked the young woman, “who are your parents?”
“Mother Nature and Father Time..!”
I end this light hearted piece with a prayer written by an anonymous seventeenth century nun: “Lord thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old! Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not bossy.” “With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but thou knowest Lord I want a few friends at the end..!
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Old age youngsters..!

The other day after Mr. Brahmachari won the marathon in the Joggers Park races, another friend drew up and asked Mr. Brahmachari his age. Guess? asked Mr. Brahmachari with a twinkle in his eyes. Fifty five, said my other friend. Seventy three! said Mr. Brahmachari as he walked even faster and we gave up keeping pace with him. The old are getting younger theres no doubt about that and with this in mind I thought it wouldnt do any harm pulling their leg a bit today: In England, an old man was asked by a friend. Now that youve retired what do you do? I have a good routine, said the old gent. Every morning, my man brings me a cup of tea and The Times. I drink the tea, read the obituary column, and if Im not in the obituaries, I get up! Two ninety old men in a retirement community were deeply involved in a chess match, when one of them looked up and noticed a small woman running naked down the hallway. Look at that, he exclaimed as he made his next move, I must say Sally certainly needs to have her dress pressed! Heres one on true love: To celebrate their fiftieth wedding anniversary, a couple returned to their honeymoon hotel. After retiring to bed, the wife said, Darling do you remember how you stroked my hair? And so he stroked her hair. She then reminded him of the way they cuddled and so they cuddled once again. Then with a sigh, she whispered, Wont you nibble my ear again? With that the old man got out of bed and left the room. Did I say something wrong? asked the wife. No. Then where are you going? To get my false teeth! And then there was this young woman who was very interested in marrying this wealthy old gentleman. After he proposed she suggested, We might even have children! Oh no, the old gentleman replied, my parents wont let me. What do you mean? asked the young woman, who are your parents? Mother Nature and Father Time..! I end this light hearted piece with a prayer written by an anonymous seventeenth century nun: Lord thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old! Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking that I must say something on every subject and on every occasion. Release me from craving to straighten out everybodys affairs. Make me thoughtful, but not moody, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom it seems a pity not to use it all, but thou knowest Lord I want a few friends at the end..! [email protected]