Are you a Child at heart?

Oh, I am old, older than the hills (lol- younger than the mountains- got a little John Denver in there), with me, only the rocks remain. Humanity is always a transitory species busy with destroying itself. We take what today gives us, wishing for a better tomorrow. Detesting the thought of our ending days yet summoning them, pulling them close, hoping each day at work or bored at home passes until we reach our older years and there hope to summon those years, weeks, and days back once more.

We are a foolish race.