As I Grow Old
God keep my heart attuned to laughter
When youth is done;
When all the days are gray days, coming after
The warmth, the sun.
God keep me then from bitterness, from grieving,
When life seems cold;
God keep me always loving and believing
As I grow old.

--Author Unknown
Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may
fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's  frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.
--Leo Buscaglia (1925-1998)
Adults spend an average of 16 times as many hours selecting clothes (145.6 hours a year) as they do on planning their retirement.
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