The older that you get, the more that you expect to be disappointed. It matters not at a certain point if your expectations have been met or not. The bobby sox eventually develop holes at the heels and the car’s body becomes beset by spots of rust. The veins in your lower extremities replace the tattoos. The eyes and chin become sandbagged with inelastic flesh. Age spots abound! An uninvited contest develops between you and your feminine companion as to whether your scrotum will hit the floor before her breasts. The usual physical rummaging about of each other’s assets is not better conducted with the light turned out just after sundown. The two of you asleep before the ten o’ clock news. In the world of entertainment all hasty diva’s are eventually punished by being broken voiced old fat women. The great Barrymore’s of the current cinematic age barely can cover their bald spots and paunches and bandy legs. The judgment of not possessing good genes become all too apparent. The miasma of featureless banality strikes down the more brilliant of minds as they are forced to daily wear disposable diapers. One becomes more pensive and contemplates the long sentence of life from the period back to that first barely recollected first word. Old yellow to-do lists never enacted fall from the trees like dead leaves. Those books stuffed with pictures of one’s dead friends and relatives become distant to the eye like any other stranger. The gray skies above seem more kindly to the eye than the reminder of a sunny blue that reminds one too much about the youth that they can never enjoy again. One learns to cope by way of little easily obtainable rewards. An extra pudding cup occasionally. Three sips short of finishing that yearly martini that the previous six will disrupt your sleep for the rest of the night. The television will blare on though it will seem as if those upon it are speaking in a completely foreign tongue. Bright lights and colors will replace the blur of once hawk-like vision. The frequent release of internal methane will replace the enjoyment of orgasms of youth. The greatest request for further companionship being the faint warmth of another equally withered frame brushing against one for an instant finding its well-worn impression in the old mattress below the covers. If you are both lucky, it will one day simply end there.