Always good at something

Here are three wonderful lines on the value of old age. They come from a poem called Towels by Samuel John Hazo. The poem is mostly about the worth of towels, from their glory days, when they're full of 'sheer, plump tuft' to their 'old age' as rags.

The lines that struck me were:

en route from use to uselessness,
it's no small asset ever
to be always good at something.

Hazo will be 83 in July this year.