It seems as folks grow older—

The time then soon will come,

When they seem to be “old fogies”

To those who are still young.

Their ideas are all outdated,

Their advice the young ignore.

Their company becomes dull and tiresome;

To the young, they’re just a bore.

Yet in their hearts, there is no difference;

Their feelings are the same.

They still like to be included;

The family fun they like to share

And not to be just overlooked,

As though they were not there.

But old folks are soon forgotten

When they lose their usefulness.

And the hurt this realization brings,

No words can quite express.

Yet just as night follows day,

And sunshine follows rain,

If you’re causing your ‘old folks’ grief this way,

Someday you will feel the pain!!!