It ought to be lovely to be old br to be full of the peace that comes of experience br and wrinkled ripe fulfilment. br br The wrinkled smile of completeness that follows a life br lived undaunted and unsoured with accepted lies br they would ripen like apples, and be scented like pippins br in their old age. br br Soothing, old people should be, like apples br when one is tired of love. br Fragrant like yellowing leaves, and dim with the soft br stillness and satisfaction of autumn. br br And a girl should say: br It must be wonderful to live and grow old.