Old

 We are older, in some ways not quite as strong 

We have seen much, done

 much as we went along

But still you put us on a shelf

When you look at your inner mirror 

Do you see the future dusty version of 

Yourself. 

No need to see us through eyes reverential 

But we are a living tome of 

Life, experiential 

It really hurts to be silently told

That you are of less value

Because you are old