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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Although aging may not be a present thing to experience it is a great blessing. No matter how hard he tries to understand old age, the youth will never be able to conceive the meaning of aging, nor can taste the fruits of real human pathos that come only with age. Listen, therefore, to this old buffoon, you the loafers who filled this square; hear, therefore, what this shabby old man says, you the vigorous young people who want to go a step ahead the currents of time, rejecting traditions and resisting all orders. If this old one’s appearance offends you, though I was wishing to age myself in the way that is tolerable to others’ eyes, please accept my apology. If my conduct and behavior displeases you, why not suffer with me for a moment because I and myself cry over my own clumsy body and limbs that won’t move as I wish any more. If my voice is harsh and unpleasant, why not let it be deaf to your ears because all I wanted was to clear my phlegm obstructed throat and sing my favorite song that I sung once proudly. If my laughter echoes hollowly in air, why not laugh with me, because if not laughing, this old one lives in tears for the rest of his remaining life, because if they take laughter away from me, though it may sound hollow and self-contemptuous, only tears would fill my broken heart.
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