At our age no one expects us to run any more - anywhere. People call you at 9:00 p.m. and ask, "Did I wake you?" Your friends no longer view you as a hypochondriac, because they have lots of health complaints too.  You enjoy hearing about other peoples' operations and telling them about your operation. You can eat dinner at four o'clock in the afternoon if you like.  You get into heated arguments about pension plans and Medicare. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.
Of course we get a few wrinkles here and there as we get older, but it just makes us look distinguished. A friend  once  complimented me on my new alligator shoes -- and I was barefoot at the time.  But I don't think he was looking at me anyway. He was watching a sexy girl walk by, and  his pacemaker opened my garage door.
I happen to think the advantages of getting older outweigh the disadvantages. There's no pressure from your job because you don't have a job.  You don't need a job and you don't want a job. It doesn't matter if you have more hair in your ears than you have on your head. You don't have to try to impress anybody.
After you're 65, you don't get any more calls from insurance salesmen.  You get a reduction on your income taxes and a senior discount at McDonald's. Your pharmacist knows your first name and your barber can cut the hair on your sparsely covered cranium in five minutes. It also takes less time to shampoo and comb your hair. You can skip shaving if you aren't going out that day, and wear your old dirty tennis shoes. Man, it just gets better and better.
Things you buy now won't wear out before you do. Kidnappers are not very interested in you. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge. You stop trying to hold your stomach in, no matter who walks into the room. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.
And best of all, you can't remember who wrote this tripe you wasted your time reading.