A man is not old until his regrets take the place of dreams.
- - - - John Barrymore, "Good Night, Sweet Prince" 1943
Today as I left the subway platform I walked by two reasonably attractive soldiers (yes, New York subways have soldiers....who knew)and couldn't help but smile.
Not a flirty smile.....
Not a come to me baby smile.....
Just a smile.
They were cute - what can I say.
And it wasn't that many years ago when that smile would have gotten one in return.
Today?
Not even a blink. or a nod.
(and we all know a nod is as good as a blink *channeling Rod Stewart here*)
So I tucked a defeated chin to my chest and trudged on down the path, up the stairs, and the several blocks to work.
With a few sighs of my own.
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 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 old man.- - - - Shel Silverstein
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