Getting Old

Where have they gone...these years of mine... what have I learned in all this time? I once felt respected... I now feel neglected... how can this be... I still am me. I ran the store...I taught the class... I even gave the Sunday church mass. Now in the sunlight my white hair glistens... and no one seems to want to listen. What happen between then and now? I seem to have lost my value...but how? Just because I've changed my look... does not mean I can't read a book. So please slow down...my walk is slow... I want to share with you, before I go. My knowledge is deep, my wisdom is wide... please don't turn your eyes and try to hide. P.R. Deremer