Father Time is Living in my House

I'm sure I'm not the only person who has ever felt this, but I seem to have a little anxiety as I watch my 26th birthday approach. I mean, I'm now in my late twenty's (late, that's an awful word). Before I know it I will be ringing in my 30's. I have four gray hairs on the top of my head that make a regular appearance every few weeks, despite my efforts to evict them, and fine lines called "crow's feet". I see them more like crevices where the days of my youth seem to be hiding. I am watching my glorious twenties creep away, (whoever said that the twenties were glorious were clearly drunk, stoned and mentally disturbed) and my frightening thirties looming over me like a heinous storm cloud. I shouldn't be afraid of aging, these days people say life gets better as we grow older, but every year that passes, to me, seems to be another year closer to the six foot grave waiting for me at the end of this life. This is not to say that I am not living my life to the fullest, which I am most of the time, but it is never far from my mind. My life up until now has been frought with difficulty, and some aspects of life are still hard to deal with these days, but generally things have become more stable and peaceful. I just hope, for the love of all things beautiful, that I can age gracefully, that I can find peace with my changing face, and set up a rental agreement for those few gray hairs that have taken up residency on the top of my head.