The innocence of old age...
“The Little Boy and the Old Man" Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon." Said the old man, "I do that too." The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants." I do that too," laughed the little old man. Said the little boy, "I often cry." The old man nodded, "So do I." But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems Grown-ups don't pay attention to me." And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand. I know what you mean," said the little old man.” - Shel Silverstein Well...I just happened to read these words in an article somewhere, and I was struck by the beautiful meaning these words brought to me. Old people and little children are somewhere on the same way in life's paths. The difference is that old people have memories in which they're buried for years together, with no one to listen to them. I have often been struck by the similarities between the both of them. All they b
