A Day In The Life Of An Old Person

... Fiona Trout English Assessment A Day In The Life Of An Old Person It's 6:30am; I lie restless listening to the birds tweeting their song and the sound of the milk cart slowly trundling down the street. Another day of loneliness lies ahead, which makes the task of pulling myself out of bed, seem worthless. But I can't stay here all day. I get up to look face to face of an image in the mirror. Horrified. Shocked. Over the years the colour of my hair has faded to a murky grey, the wrinkles have covered my face. Once before had stood a beautiful lady, with golden brown hair and a figure to die for. Back then I could turn a few of the lads heads but now there stands a frail, crocked, lonely old person. I'm weaker now than what I was before. I used to be able to walk

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