Age discrimination

I strangely enjoyed bouncing down the steps to the subway trains this afternoon. I felt so young and healthy. It felt good to trot and hop along. Simple pleasures, eh? It made me think about older people, though. My grandpa would break his neck doing what I did; my Grandma would roll out of her wheelchair and that would be the end of it if she even ATTEMPTED to descend below ground. No subway rides for the old folks.

Say, where are the old folks? I don't see them in my community, but they must be there. All the young people of yesterday...where are they today? Poof? Do you just disappear once you reach a certain age? Apparently. Or, more transparently, you end up in a rest home where no one wants to see you because it's so depressing. So that's what happens when you get old. The public space no longer belongs to you. Your wisdom is left to rot with you in your wheelchair. And people wonder why history repeats itself...