Aging - Poem by Kurt Hearth
At what designated point?
Does society, consider an individual old?
Is there a chronological time,
when one’s productivity, ceases?
What then shall be done?
Should a person’s prolific contributions,
continue past, that designated juncture?
Must established protocol be re-evaluated?
Is the gift of wisdom,
also the profound ability.
To accept these facts,
reroute formatted policy, no matter when?
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