If My Life Is Story Book
It is not age that sit with me it is she experience
Soon my age will count itself backwards
When again I become a toddler someday gray
My experience, she still be with me
It is not age that rides with me, it is experience
She trod me along the path age never tread
For she experience, rides me along the path
The gallops of age never trod, her wheels are
Smoother and fairer; a beauty
So what is my experience?
She is a name men give to their mistakes
I 've had so many mistake ceremonies
And experience is what they bear
So now! experience is where I tread
I got exposed to Her on time. She did me well,
sometimes with lots of books
And it tasted just fine
Age is my number
Experience is my achievement,
And she is still here with me
So if you ask me, if my life
is a storybook what will I name it ?
She just will be inbred on my life pages.
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