321/365 07/09/2026

I grow old… I grow old…

I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled

The line swirled in his mind each day as he got dressed, did indeed roll the bottom of his trousers. Some pairs one turn, some pairs two. And though he did grow old, he was not yet old. Least on the inside, and still in fair shape on the outside. And this without growth hormones or T or any such extraneous measures.