Signatures of aging scattered about,
pushed into categories of labels,
many of which are disparaging.
Characteristics of elderly portrayed
in many different faces, cast about
on levels of arrogance.
Left to themselves, elderly would be
very happy if the rest of us would
give up labeling or making a fuss
and just begin to accept them as
people like us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem