Among the sadnesses and sources of quiet despair in Old Age
Is seeing those we have not seen in some years
And seeing them suddenly old now
Understanding that the worlds we were a part of
Have changed so much that we are no longer relevant in them
Feeling totally isolated alone estranged from everyone
Sensing how old one oneself has become
And feeling all hope for Youth is forever lost
Understanding one cannot be attractive in any way again
And those one is attracted could not care the least about you
Feeling you are past flirtation almost past looking
And that so much of what is so wonderful in the world
Can never possibly be yours again
Feeling alone
So alone
Apart
So apart
Sensing one has no meaning or purpose or value to anything or anyone
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