I don't need to be anyone.
I am who I happen to be.

"I'm sixty but I am not really old."
(This is just something old people say.)

A tip on aging:
Think about it this way — what would a young man do if he were trapped inside this aging body?

I see the middle-age losers in their leather jackets.
I prefer being a middle-age loser in an REI fleece.

What did I think growing up would be a feeling?

I've got growing (old) pains.

As I age I begin to question the value of posthumous fame.

I always thought I would grow up.
Funny how I never did.

Sitting is for young people.
Sleeping is for young people.
Dying, however, now that is for old people!

As we age, we will need new dreams.
My new dream is to have a kick-ass Estate Sale.

Thinking about sex, fantasizing about, making double entendres and joking about sex is the best sex I get.

Having tried, and failed, to write songs,
I can now see that writing lyrics is one more thing I'm no good at.
At the end of my life,
I will see
I am no good for anything.

I am skipping grown-up and going straight into post-adult.

Not making a bucket list
is on my bucket list.

Is it too late
for me to be a dandy?

My shadow
has not aged.

Not "growing up," but "growing on."