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
Young people are running around and chasing their dreams... almost unaware that with every day they spend they are closer to an old age. Where ever I went I noticed at least one lonely old person.
They usually sit or walk alone with a sad and distant expression on their face. Why do we keep forgetting or ignoring them? Do we want their loneliness for ourselves at that age?
That made me to take this series of photos... I can call it Old and Forgotten because that is almost the fact, the older you get more invisible you become.
“The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude
“I'm growing fonder of my staff;
I'm growing dimmer in my eyes;
I'm growing fainter in my laugh;
I'm growing deeper in my sighs;
I'm growing careless of my dress;
I'm growing frugal of my gold;
I'm growing wise; I'm growing--yes,--
I'm growing old.”
― John Godfrey Saxe
“I dread no more the first white in my hair,
Or even age itself, the easy shoe,
The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair:
Time, doing this to me, may alter too
My anguish, into something I can bear”
― Edna St. Vincent Millay
“You were young, I thought, not once but always before, always always, every day before the day just passed. You were young only minutes ago.”
― Timothy Schaffert, The Coffins of Little Hope
