Growing Old Gracefully? You are kidding.

I'm 52. While I'm probably in the best shape I have been in say twenty-five years the wear and tear is there for me and I guess everyone else to see as well. As a baby boomer on the almost end of the curve, my generation is fixated with staying young, looking young, being young. As an occasional insomniac, I watch the commercials that promise to make that special part of a man bigger. There's even a pump to pump ya up. Discreetly delivered too. And you can grow hair, build abs, glutes and toots and whatever else.  Take a pill before meals and lose weight. Eat all the food you want and lose weight. And for you women-folk, don't worry, you can put on this new hi-tech girdle that will take inches off, so you can fool any man you want.  Just don't take it off in the light honey! As well, women with saggy puffy eyes, skin color blotches or whatever else ails ya, can be easily covered with minerals. Small rocks in other words. Sometimes I wonder if there is a Martian up there getting our TV signals. Certainly, from their perspective, it might be worth it destroying our civilization...just to put us out of our misery. Cuz it is clear to me, that growing old is anything but graceful