I always figured a mans like a blade of grass... he grows up in the spring, strong and healthy and green... and then he reaches middle age and he ripens as it were and... in the autumn he, like a blade of grass... he finishes just fades away and he never comes back.
En mann er som et gresstrå. Han vokser opp om våren, sterk og sunn. Så blir han middelaldrende og mer moden.