When you're old, though no one heeds,
Your mind is verdant with weeds
And I find I must admit
Other's problems take a hit.
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A nice penning detailing the miseries of old age in very many areas, but still we all have to cross this road before the ending. You may read my poem Dying sun.
When I was a little child, My Grandfather used to say, It's not good to get old That seemed so far away, But it really is that way! But today the Old are much better off Than they were in my Grandfather's day. At least there, something positive to say. Your poem is sad but well write and exact.