this is where I came in

There will come a time eventually, if one is lucky enough, when they will realize they are arriving at a point where they came in. As Shaking Billy put it so concisely, once a man twice a child. Growing old is essentially weakening down and becoming feebilized. First the stamina becomes a problem you never dealt with before. Then that turns into a full blown question of strength. Then a certain unsteadiness creeps in, and forgetfulness slides up to you in full view of everyone else. Soon after a pain shows up unexpectedly, followed eventually by an outright orchestra of suffering. If this is not your experience, you might be one of the lucky ones. Eventually the wait alone will descend upon you with the alone in a sea of children asking you about a secret. This will be the time when the little known secrets, unknown secrets, and well known secrets will do a nice soft shoe for everybody. No one will have any idea what to make of it. Congratulations will patronizingly rain from the sky. You will not be able to consider any less.