Old Age, New Rage

Aging, I do have to admit,
Could make an angel,
Have an outright fit.

I told the head nurse,
At the home yesterday,
Young folks' see the aged,
But look the other way.

As a kid, I paid no attention,
To how the elderly, felt,
Or what they were enduring,
My cold heart wouldn't melt.

Now, youngins' think,
I'm older than dirt,
And my aches and pains,
Go unseen, but really hurt.

The years sped passed,
And I'm learning very fast,
What I didn't understand,
When I was just a lass.