When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Twenty,
I joined the cognoscenti.
When I was Thirty,
I was skinny and flirty.
When I was Forty,
I was athletic and sporty.
When I was Fifty,
I was conscientious and thrifty.
But now in my Sixties, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be sixty for ever and ever.
(With apologies to A.A. Milne)

Fun then, appropriate now.
Categories: observations
Feeling the need to write things down when we reach a “certain” age is quite normal it would seem.
It signifies the urge to leave something of yourself behind. Could be the fear of extinction even.