An older gentleman was
On the operating table
And he insisted that his son,
A renowned surgeon,
Perform the operation.
As he was about to get the anesthesia,
He asked to speak to his son
‘Yes, Dad, what is it? ’
‘Don’t be nervous, son;
Do your best
And just remember,
If it doesn’t go well,
If something happens to me,
Is going to come and
Live with you and your wife….’
Eventually you will reach a point
When you stop lying about your age
And start bragging about it. This is so true. I love
to hear them say “you don’t look that old.”
The older we get,
The fewer things
Seem worth waiting in line for.
Try to turn back their odometers.
I want people to know ‘why’
I look this way.
I’ve traveled a long way
And some of the roads weren’t paved.
When you are dissatisfied
And would like to go back to youth,
Think of Algebra.
You know you are getting old when
Everything either dries up or leaks.
One of the many things
No one tells you about aging
Is that it is such a nice change
From being young.
Ah, being young is beautiful,
But being old is comfortable.
First you forget names,
Then you forget faces.
Then you forget to pull up your zipper.
It’s worse when
You forget to pull it down.
Two guys one old one young
Are pushing their carts around Wal-Mart
When they collide.
The old guy says to the young guy,
‘Sorry about that. I’m looking for my wife,
And I guess I wasn’t paying attention
To where I was going.
The young guy says, 'That’s OK, it’s a coincidence.
I’m looking for my wife, too…’
I can’t find her and I’m getting a little desperate
The old guy says, ‘Well,
Maybe I can help you find her..
What does she look like?’
‘ The young guy says,
'Well, she is 27 yrs old, tall,
With red hair,
Blue eyes, is buxom wearing no bra,
And is wearing short shorts.
What does your wife look like?’
To which the first old guy says, ‘Doesn’t matter,
— let’s look for yours.’