France rocks to 69-year-old DJ

A glam granny is filling the dancefloors of some of the most prestigious clubs in France with her techno mash-ups.

 

 

Beyond Fading

Photo by Mike

An Elderly Asian Boatman

Runner up: Boatman on Yangtze River in China by David Solomons, aged 76 

This boatman has been taking passengers along the Yangtze River in his small boat, in all weathers, for the past 70 years.  Photograph: Barnet Age Concern

Age Concern Barnet issued a photography challenge to older people in north London. Its competition aimed to counter stereotypical images of ageing by showing that people in their later years can still be fit, healthy and active members of society. The contest also showcased the photography skills of the over 55 age group.

Each Wrinkle Tells A Story

Photo Courtesy of  farm1.static

Am Sorry Gram

Photo by Wael

Don't Worry Be Happy

Photo by dailymail

Listen

Photo by bbs.keyhole.com

Don't The World Forget We Exist

Photo by UNCHR

I'm Growing Old

My days pass pleasantly away;
My nights are blest with sweetest sleep;
I feel no symptoms of decay;
I have no cause to mourn nor weep;
My foes are impotent and shy;
My friends are neither false nor cold,
And yet, of late, I often sigh--
I am growing old!

My growing talk of olden times,
My growing thirst for early news,
My growing apathy to rhymes,
My growing love of easy shoes,
My growing hate of crowds and noise,
My growing fear of taking cold,
All whisper, in the plainest voice,
I'm growing old!

I'm growing fonder of my staff;
I'm growing dimmer in the eyes;
I'm growing fainter in my laugh;
I'm growing deeper in my sighs;
I'm growing careless of my dress;
I'm growing frugal of my gold;
I'm growing wise; I'm growing--yes--
I'm growing old!

I see it in my changing taste;
I see it in my changing hair;
I see it in my growing waist;
I see it in my growing heir;
A thousand signs proclaim the truth,
As plain as truth was ever told,
That, even in my vaunted youth,
I'm growing old

Ah me!--my very laurels breathe
The tale in my reluctant ears,
And every boon the Hours bequeath
But makes me debtor to the Years!
E'en Flattery's honeyed words declare
The secret she would fain withhold,
And tells me in "How young you are!"
I'm growing old!

Thanks for the years!--whose rapid flight
My sombre Muse too sadly sings;
Thanks for the gleams of golden light
That tint the darkness of their wings;
The light that beams from out the sky,
Those heavenly mansions to unfold
Where all are blest, and none may sigh, "I'm growing old!"

by: John Godfrey Saxe (1816-1887)

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