Invisible

Someone commented that “try being my age you will really know what being invisible is then.”
It got me thinking of invisible people.  Not the super-hero types but the ones that tend to be ignored or overlooked.  Also not just the homeless.  They were known as the invisible people but at this time are being seen more and more.
Not that I set myself up, as I am as capable of selfishness as the next.  It is the action of those who act without thought for another.  Not thinking “if I do this how will it impact others?”
It seems to me being seemingly invisible can come with age.  I was helping build something with some young fellas.  They were talking indoor cricket.  I was not a part of the conversation at all, yet I have spent heaps of time playing indoor cricket and have a multitude of stories.  It was ok and I know life moves on, but it highlighted to me how one group can completely overlook another.
Merril being a nurse had a lot to do with seemingly invisible people.  One of her experiences that really impacted me was looking after an elderly lady.  No one would give her a second thought, but Merril found out she had been presented with something from Gandhi.
One of the saddest pictures I have ever seen (which I have not been able to find again) was a hunchbacked woman in front of empty shelves during the pandemic.  I do not know if it was real or not, but the thought was to me very real.  It reminds me of an ad I saw on tv which was only there for a short period, of an old fella getting a knock at the door.  He moved real slow and by the time he reached the door the visitor had determined no one was home and left.
I guess those sort of things mean heaps to me.  What to me may only take seconds can mean a heap to another.  Knowing they are seen.  Knowing they matter.