His joints ached, his vision wasn't great, and say nothing about his hearing because he won't hear you.  The stooped-over old man looked like a gnarled oak, but always had a smile for everyone.  Once there was a time he could have lived forever, barring an accident or a firewood shortage. He lived more within his memories than reality nowadays. 

She re-appeared before him, as beautiful as when he was a boy.  She held out her hand, "It's time, my old friend."  He rose slowly and took it gently.  Pinocchio had no regrets as he left with the Blue Fairy!