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He said, "Old folks ain't worth a damn. I'm thirty, and if you're over thirty you ain't nothing." I said... "That's a lie! I'm seventy-one and young at heart. He hadn't seen me sunning alone around the bend by the elevator, he stood waiting with his friends. And I saw that his Counselor was my age And I thought of my nine-to-five days And volunteering in snow, sleet, wind, rain and grime And the sidewalk manhole in Brooklyn I climbed And the emotional horse I fell off And some folks may have had a good laugh And the skylight I looked up to And hands that healed and renewed. And I say, my age is none of my business I'm seventy-one, and life and me is not yet done. *