When you get old, they have to make sure you work. They poke you and prod you and start you and stop you. They forget respect, because they see rust. They expect you to understand and trust, but they do not return the favor. They consider your slowness weak rather than thoughtful. When you hesitate they believe you are confused rather than considering.
Is it any wonder you hate getting older? The gray hairs, the wrinkles, the aches and pain, those are nothing in comparison to the rest. The problem doesn't lie in age, but in youth.
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