A future world in which the elderly receive honor and respect.
A future world in which being an elder
is the new height of perfection, a tomorrow
when upstart youths will take a back seat
to dignity, poise, civility and manners.
They say with time comes wisdom--
perhaps with time will come this
paradigm shift, when the old
will trump the young, when
being older will be a florid
highland, and those less
mature will weed
among the shale.
The young will make
eye contact; there will be
no attitude of ignore, no acting
like, those getting on in years are
invisible, or mere motes of dust to be
whiffed away by yearlings bound in selfish
moments. Existence will matter, maturity will
matter; gray-haired lives will demand heed.
The young will always, out-energy the old, yet
it is often ungoverned, and that body of failing
meanders like a skeleton clacking bones on
cedar tuns filled with apathy. Hence, frail
is senior accord, the respect due, that all
too basic veneration which should be a
right of passage, and not something to
be hoped for. Maybe tomorrow will
correct this by providing such rights.
Then the elderly, those whose
faces are lined by time, will
achieve the honor, respect
and prestige due them.
Perhaps then, even
the stars on high