However useless or destructive the old may be, it is given up with difficulty. (For Today, page 211)

The old can be pretty darned destructive.
Why would you cling on, chug on, hope on
when it’s like sitting in the bottom of a Dumpster?
Face-saving? Other-rescuing? Refusing defeat.
The old has nothing I want, my needs demand STOP!
The old is past. I’m moving on. God help me
when I drag the old with me…