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It's not the same for me, but I identify with your sentiment.  I'm getting more patient with age, anything I can do to avoid the anger and hate to which you refer.  It's not worth it anymore.  I've also learned to be unapologetic for the way I live.  I don't bother anyone, and if they have a problem with me, it is theirs alone.  I read another poem about aging tonight and wrote a comment but did not post it, because it was not about aging well.  You might as well make the best of it, because there is nothing to do about it.

Actually that's basically what I'm saying. The anger I have I save for poetry. Silently, because as you said it isn't worth it. I think unfortunately I believe that's because I been beat down so much I just give up on people. But as time goes I just want to focus more on me.

Thanks for the read. Much appreciated.

The older one gets ,the wiser one becomes...we realise that we should stop giving shit about what others think or say about us...
"
never give up a piece of yourself
those who care will stick around
and those that don't
well they aren't worth the stress"

It's very true...people will be there to mock you , emotionally harass you or gossip but when you are in need , one in thousand will come to help you...that's why I have stopped worrying what others think of me...i do things that makes me happy ,just being careful i don't hurt others physically,emotionally or mentally
I just care about my well wishers...

Great thought stimulating write as usual.love your work ,dear friend ❤️

Wise words... I especially need to absorb the last few lines. It's a struggle.
❤k

Interesting poem. I liked it.

Some of it resonates with me. I have no time or patience for fools, and I try to make time for people who matter to me. When I was younger it was harder to tell the difference and possibly I was less discerning anyway.