Experience does not Smile
Experience is that math teacher
who gives you tests before teaching the class
marks it in red
and still expects you to clap
It is that bad friend
standing in the corner with folded arms
showing you its tongue
saying I warned you
but never stopped you
Experience is like hot soup
it never burns from afar
you must taste it wrong
before you learn how to blow
It is a stubborn landlord
that collects rent in advance
no excuses
no balance carried forward
Experience is like a tight shoe
you won’t know the pain at the shop
you will only understand it
halfway through the journey
It laughs like a drum with no cover
loud
unapologetic
especially when you repeat the same mistake twice
Experience is that exam
you cannot cheat in
because the questions
look exactly like your past
It teaches like rain on a zinc roof
noisy
disturbing
but impossible to ignore
Yet somehow
it is the only teacher
that stays after class
until you finally understand
Because experience does not smile
it proves
and if you listen closely
you will hear it say
next time
you will know better
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