Grandma Danny writes as she approaches 100 years that age is a quality of mind.
Sometimes my knees remind me I am getting older, Danny reminds me I am not old.
I become old, when I leave my dreams behind, and I continue to dream.
I become old when my ambition’s fire is put out, and there are still a few embers waiting on an evening breeze to reignite the flame.
I become old if I dwell on the past, but I still look forward to my future as an author.
If love continues to drive your life, one is never old.
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