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The other day as I was waiting at the bus stop after work, it seemed like there was a million old people shuffling in front of me. The district where I work is notorious for the elderly rich - there are two large retirement communities just up the hill. Watching from the corners of my eye, these faded tennis balls cut to fit on the legs of an old lady's walker, pushed into the asphalt like a dull eraser. Another old woman with a question mark back, clutching her cane and looking over the bus schedule. 'My God' I thought, 'modern medicine is what allows these creatures to hobble onward - to smell up hallways, talk of small worlds, and have exact change in pennies'. That line from the Who "hope I die before I get old" kept repeating over and over. And I thought what it would be like to have that on a T-shirt, and to see what their elderly reactions would be. But I know that time doesn't discriminate, and with luck or the lack thereof, I'll be another saggy face in the assisted living facility - an awful burden on my child/ren. Let me turn to dust, and not be greedy with life when I'm through.