Poem of Late Thirty's

After ten years a night like this, when I will be in my late thirty's; with a healed heart and maintained smile, I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined. I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents', I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence. I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems. Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same. Those breathless nights will be gone. I no longer be keen to do constant adorn. Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me, but I shall not feel the same pace of glee. I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn. Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'