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!