One day we will all be senior citizens. What can you look back on of your past and be proud of? Our third leg will be a cane. We will stand in long lines and complain. Normal things that we use to do will only be memories. Let us look back on our lives and reflect. What have you accomplished? We only have one life to live. Was yours a waste? We won't drink as much as we use to or maybe more. We won't look like we use to, hear like we use to, see like we use to, dance like we use to. Have we helped pave the way for our children or have we helped destroy it? Will a perfect job pushing carts pay the bills? We need to sit and think about what our life has been like, because before you know it, one day we will all be senior citizens.
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