[ WP ] Stopped dead in my tracks

I finally crossed the street after a young man took me by the arm and guided me. Sometimes I wish I could be young again, oh to be in my twenties one last time. 
 
 I do n't think about it often but I'm 87 now, and I can feel my time coming. It does n't bother me, as you may think, and I think I'm ready to die. I do n't have much keeping me here anymore. 
 
 Oh no, do n't get me wrong; I love life and I especially enjoy my daily walk down the road, past the old diner, past the brand spanking new theater, a dozen houses or so and then finally to my destination: breakfast. 
 
 I was walking past the theater when I saw the posters. It was Superman, and Star Trek, and a bunch of other strange looking movies that I did n't recognize, and then it hit me like an abusive husband. I would probably never see another Batman movie, or Superman movie. I would forever lose my memory of the old superhero movies, and the old Star Trek movies, and I would never have the chance to relive it again. 
 
 I stood there for several minutes, unable to move, unable to accept the fact that when I died the world would continue to move on without me, that the world would forget about me and continue to churn out new and wonderful things that I would never be able to experience. I am going to die and the world just keeps spinning around.
