I identify with Psalm 102. 1 Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come unto thee. 2 Hide not thy face from me in the day when I am in trouble; incline thine ear unto me: in the day when I call answer me speedily. 3 For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth. 4 My heart is smitten, and withered like grass; so that I forget to eat my bread. 5 By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin. 6 I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. WOW, the Word confirmed what was in my heart, and gave me a screen name. I am an old bird, living in a desert. My days are a declining shadow; I am withered like grass. 12 But thou, O Lord, shall endure for ever; and thy remembrance unto all generations.