On the Nature of Time and Timelessness

In fact, I pity those who fail to see the beauty, the wisdom, the timeless splendor, of all things that are not merely "old," but may linger still, because they have somehow managed to stand the often cruel test of time - where so many other fleeting human works of whimsy have long since been all but forgotten. Yes, the movie might be "old," the song may not be the latest or greatest version, the once prettiest little girl in the class may now gaze at time-withered hands through the myopic prism of tired, ancient eyes, and some of the very best books ever written may have been patiently lying in wait on a dusty shelf for decades, or even centuries, to finally be savored anew by a blissfully unsuspecting generation of foolhardy initiates - the latest model, the youngest brood yet still unripe enough to fancy themselves prematurely "wise" - but... why then, does it often seem that only the very old and the very young know the true value of even the simplest, most deceptively mundane of such things?