Don’t Write Me Off

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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

But can still rake up a storm in hearts.

I could as well be losing physical agility,

But my mind’s a pliant willow tree –

It’s osiers weave thought baskets,

Once it’s firm timber built cricket bats.

I’ve never listened to anyone in my life,

They preach out of experiences of failure –

For I prefer to be guided by successes,

Not let fear – but intuition be my leader.

So don’t write me off, till you taste my elixir

Of curiosity, an innocence that keeps me soaring –

My heart’s a parachute, braces rejections, failures:

As my soul, nurtures a banyan sapling of self-esteem.

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