Are you just another pretty face?

There are so many faces in this world, so many faces to see.

What a world this is, so much to see, so much to hear.  I know this is just me, but I hate to see a pretty face get old.

When I was young, I used to like my face.  It wasn't awesome, but it was passable and made me feel like I was somewhere in the upper quadrant in the "looks department."  But, alas, that face is long gone now.  What I see now is just an old face with the stereotypical wrinkles and blotches.

I guess this means that I am getting closer to leaving the planet.  Of course I could have left at anytime in the past, but it seems it was my destiny to grow old.  I'm over 70 at the moment, but time flies as people on this planet often say.

Life begins, time passes, and life ends, or does it?