Poor Bill Clinton, turns 60 this week, and he hates it. He claims there was a time when he would walk into a room and be one of the youngest. Now he says he is always the oldest in most rooms he walks in.
Bill, that is life! We start young and hopefully end old. There is a beauty in getting older, the wisdom that comes with it. I would not trade places with any 20 year old in the world. No chance. I love what time has taught me.
I guess the lack of limelight is what has Bill wearing a “funga face”. Age has nothing to do with it. He loves being “thee guy”. He is no longer thee guy” he is the “old guy”.
Bill has not enjoyed the joy of grand children, they make a hell of a difference in the way you feel when you are 60.
Bill, cheer up. Your not getting older, your just getting old.
That’s how I see it!
Praise God (Laus Deo),
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Webb's World ~ 
