Yes, indeed a long time ago, I was young, and so were my mom and dad, brothers and sisters. And so, the young ones today, will be old tomorrow, and today's old people will fade to memory. So it had been and always be, there is an end to every beginning, and a new beginning to every end. That is the time cycle of the living.
As time goes-by, the roles of parent and children will gradually change. Children cannot forever be children, and parents will not forever be young. Parents eventually grow old and become grandparents, and soon will be senior citizens destined to a nursing home. While, children will mature and become parents themselves, and so the life cycle goes on.
Time, have a way to spare oneself from the agony of final demise. The body will revert to a childlike state, gone is the personality of what was once an identity. Finally... death will claim an empty shell.
But until then, keepsakes of old pictures juggle my memory, yet even now this memory is in the brink of failing. Each time I face a mirror, I see a balding old man, bent, wrinkled, and clinging to living life to the last moment. I wonder, how much longer do I have to wait to surrender my last breath?