Discarded trash along the road of life, the elderly are left by those who should be carrying them. Broken and unable to care for themselves they wait for the only release they can. They take what they are given, and give all they have to get even bad attention. A well of knowledge lies within their eyes. And when death finally come, the well is forever dried up. Those old eyes have saw things that the young will never know. But yet, they are discarded for what does not last
