Don’t Write Me Off… ššš¤
I might be past my prime of youth ā
but see, Iām aging gracefully;
donāt write me off ā Iām old wine,
my words – a rehearsed symphony.
The sparkle in my traversed eyes
has withstood lifeās numerous storms;
as for my smile – itās braved treacheriesĀ
and yet can inspire many a curiosity.
I might as well be losing physical agility,
but my mindās a pliant willow tree:
Itās osiers now weave thoughtful word baskets –Ā
as its timber – long shaped cricket bats – of youth.
Iāve never listened to anyone over my heart,
as people preach out of experiences of failure:
as I prefer to be guided by stories of success,
and not let fear – but intuition, hope be my leader.
So donāt write me off, till you taste my word elixirs
of curiosity and awe that keep me inspired:
My heartās an airbag now – braces rejections and failures,Ā
for my soul’s nurtured a banyan sapling of self-esteem.