Solemn Impertinence

While growing up The creed my culture inculcates that Respect ye thy elders Is now lying lifeless outside the beautiful 20th century's gate. . Little did I move than I realized a frozen limb After her little palm roughly caressed my weedy chin Somewhat close to a Shrek's touch. It had garnered enough momentum for the feat. . My voice filled the entire room within me. My 'Ha' bears little weight of exclamation But I mumbled it with lips agape As I watched her proud-to-do physiognomy disappear Through the door before me. . As my heart, thuds the wall of my ribs I danced, enjoying the sour melody all alone. But the cadence drastically dropped till death And there I remained motionless As tears' fountain seem dry. . Wake up! Again I yelled but within "Pursue" my heart advised "rip her." But did I hear 'sorry sir?' Like they that dream, I found just enough strength To recall all what seem like hours, but 'twas minutes Which unfolded even under the nose of my Lover. . "Seventeen years age difference washed down the drain?" "You should command respect for yourself" father roared. Jostling me back to now. "Sorry sir" just like her, I said. Cause and effect, my ears still echoes...