Show OLD AGE IS inexorable men man find it out when tiey they attempt to frisk about in boy fashion it you ever doubt that youre growing old and sedate you fathers just take the kids out into tho the woods and see the difference between yourself of today and yesterday you see them plunging about with whoops of joy and generally living gladly and you well when you try to sit down your knees creak and the leaves beneath you dont seem as they once did the golden sunshine filters through the trees the rustle of small living things resounds through the woods the perfume of rich ripening things floats to you and within you soma som thing Is struggling to break loose you dont know just what it Is but it hurts burts you are too old now to run and whoop and carry on like those kids it would bo be beneath your dignity but something within you seems calling to you and your old body cant respond you want to lo yell and run that Is you bellevo believe you do but its no use something Is holding you back so there you sit and watch tho the children placing and their happiness 11 s as once yours waa and it makes tho heart ache to think of it some day they will be even as you longing to break loose into loy joy born of the autumn but held beld back held back by something ilat i lat we call old age |