- They're wrinkled, they're worn out, they're weary.
- They are in their sunset years.
- They exist in a city that only has time for the young,
- And yet they are hale, hearty, healthy.
- They have a spring in their step.
- They are not a generation weaned on half measures. But on hard work.
- They have no expiry date. They want to work.
- They slog in flour mills, in factories, sell fabrics, sell flowers,
- The aged, truly old is gold.
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