As I'm in an Irish frame of mind, this piece by Dublin poet Nessa O'Mahony struck a chord
Accident & Emergency
That is no country for old men;
the youth get sloshed
and stagger through double doors,
tattoos on their arms,
eyes stoned.
The old men wait,
knowing their turn
is a moveable feast,
despite the bluecoat's promises
they are eighth on the list.
And
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