“Seven Ages: first puking and mewling
Then very pissed-off with your schooling
Then fucks, and then fights
Next judging chaps’ rights
Then sitting in slippers: then drooling.”
― Robert Conquest
Once in a while we chance upon an elderly patient with a sad story.
He who has neurofibromatosis and lives alone till old as no one wants to marry him because of his appearance.
He who was an ex addict and now is paying his penance by living in isolation as his own family members think HIV is contagious from a simple touch.
She who losts her husband in an accident and refuses to leave the house she’s staying in because of the memories it stores throughout their married life.
She who bore 10 children and yet not even one turned out to be someone of great use.
Them who couldn’t have children since the early days and the only adopted child they had, passed away earlier.
Them who depends on the charity of others to live because the world just moves faster than them. And they don’t know how to ask for help.