With age comes wisdom

My parents always check mated me with that one: You may think you know more than us son but we have experience.
Now at the tender young age of nearly 30 I've finally realized what that was all about.
It's one thing to know that cutting off a finger is going to hurt and a whole other story experiencing it.
I'm a fighter against all things out of my control.
Age being one of them I always told myself that I wouldn't be a crock when I was 50 or so.
Well I'm not even 30 yet and already I'm suffering from my forays into the psychotic sport of rugby and a few other stupid mistakes.
Yes, I'm growing old and I absolutely hate it.
Gone are the thoughts of next year getting fit again and maybe starting triathlons or some other sport where you go somewhere not close by for no other reason than proving that you can without the help of the internal combustion engine.
Now it's just the realization that it's already too late that is left.
Dreams of tomorrow has changed to regrets of yesterday.
Now all that's left is to wait and see if the afterlife is all that it's made out to be.