I'm old, tired and sad. Misery loves company. Does anyone care anymore?

Woe is me, woe is me. And the night watchman bids me adieu: "Keep your chin up" he says and I shed a single tear in expectation at the looming End. In the beginning is the future and if I look at it that way, it all comes crystal clear. Wash away that tear and celebrate life! O to be young again. You kids (anyone between twenty and thirty) out there, you don't know what you've got. Of course, I see life from a hopefully wiser perspective. Talk to me. I know I'll get the rude comments and the tough guy burn and slash answers. "Keep coming up with love but it's so slashed and torn--Why?"