LIVING LIFE : Forever Young

My jolly grey-haired Rotarian friend who had seen the better side of his life used to crack ribs while introducing himself. “I am only sixty five years young.” Indeed, the jolly good Rotarian was a copy of someone who was aging gracefully and who refused age to get the better of his good sense of humour and his optimistic approach to life and everything therein. And there goes the eternal hunger for humans to achieve immortality or even more so eternal youth.
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