Love and Aging

      I feel like TS Eliot's poem "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" gives a decent look into what people begin to feel as they age, especially the more romantic aspects of it. Of course the man in the poem could be seen as young, if there weren't lines referring to his thinning hair, which seems to give that illusion of a man in later years.
       Everyone feels unattractive now and then, and this poem seems to capture those sorts of thoughts of how undesirable we can be, although it doesn't have to be at a later age in our lives. Especially when confronted by people and things (such as the reference to Michelangelo) around us are so beautiful and seem flawless, we feel even more introverted. The evidence of this is furthered by the thoughts that the narrator has to himself as he enters the room and thinks about how long his limbs are, how high his collar is, etc and it all seems to address that self-conscious feeling we get especially around people we don't know or in an environment that we aren't used to.
       The last couple of lines might be a more or less real death but could also be that realization that we aren't as unattractive as we may think, as our mind paints us to be. Those realizations could be most helpful all the time and especially when it comes to confidence.