It’s okay, he thought to himself. I see the changes, I accept it. The white streaks, the forehead lines, the crinkled eyes, it’s all part of it. Time changes everyone. I should look at my reflection with pride of accomplishment, knowing most of the time I did my best.
The octogenarian donned his comfortable worn flannel pajamas, turned off the bedroom light and laid down once more to dream of brighter days gone by.
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The Bag Lady 
Time goes by for all of us, and it seems that the older we get, the faster time goes by.
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