Economic Policies in the age of Globalisation

The real affliction of old age is remorse.

Old age is courteous—no one more:
For time after time he knocks at the door,
But nobody says, "Walk in, sir, pray!"
Yet turns he not from the door away,
But lifts the latch, and enters with speed,
And then they cry, "A cool one, indeed."

He has grown aged in this world of woe,
In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life.
So that no wonder waits him.