Don’t Write Me Off… 😃😂🤓
I might be past my prime of youth –
but see, I’m aging gracefully;
don’t write me off – I’m old wine,
my words – a rehearsed symphony.
The sparkle in my traversed eyes
has withstood life’s numerous storms;
as for my smile – it’s braved treacheries
and yet can inspire many a curiosity.
I might as well be losing physical agility,
but my mind’s a pliant willow tree:
It’s osiers now weave thoughtful word baskets –
as its timber – long shaped cricket bats – of youth.
I’ve 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 don’t write me off, till you taste my word elixirs
of curiosity and awe that keep me inspired:
My heart’s an airbag now – braces rejections and failures,
for my soul’s nurtured a banyan sapling of self-esteem.