A Study into the Ravages of Time

Beware my friend as you pass by, as you are now so once was I. As I am now, so you must be. Prepare my friend to follow me.

 

19 years: a slim and beautiful youth ... with an axe.
20 years: filling out with darts and cigar.
21 years: with nasty dog growth taking place of right arm
22 years: Oh, dear me
23 years: Anguish... I know how Samson felt
24 years: What a lovely haircut
25 years: That grey is getting more noticable
26 years: Apple bobbing at Halloween with Dibs

27 years: Greying fast, fattening up.

(At Niagara Falls, not a plastic fetishist's convention)

28 years: Black hair outnumbered by grey,

Jowls developing nicely, neck and abdomen expanding greatly

29 years: In Washington State with Cath,

As I change to silver, so she turns to red.

30 years: Balooning (Me and the activity)
31 years: With my beautiful bride
 

What next?

Tune in next time as body and mind continue to wane