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Old People

by D H Lawrence


Nowadays everybody wants to be young,
so much so, that even the young are old with the effort of being young.
As for those over fifty, either they rush forward in self-assertion
fearful to behold,
or they bear everybody a grim and grisly grudge
because of their own fitfy or sixty or seventy or eighty summers.
As if it’s my fault that the old girl is seventy-seven!