Elders
Elders once had wisdom,
Which is what was always taught,
So they were treated with respect;
Advice from them was sought.
Their years of life provided
The experience they’d learned
And there was satisfaction
When that knowledge was returned.
Yet that’s no longer valid,
For intelligence is gleaned
Artificially and so
The human aspect’s been demeaned.
Nowadays, to be an elder
Is to realize no one cares,
For our input isn’t valued
By our progeny or heirs.
As a consolation, maybe,
For so many years alive,
Elders get a senior discount
Once they’ve aged to sixty-five.
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