Wisdom Persists Despite Time
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Outside my aperture, the storm is lashing hard,
I preserve my story, while you've held discard.
Mists are drifting in; an extra cyclone is tackling,
I'm contemplating in distress, in serenity feeling.
If you were shrunk to the size of a drop of water,
And even if you grow mysterious, you have won.
Consider the colors in the azure sky after a twister,
Rainbows need dim, therefore let us trial a hot tone!
At the age of six, you shall be impartial at forgiving,
You are insensible to your charming environment.
There will be no grasp on how we talk or behaving,
At 16 years of age shall be overwhelmed, yet virulent.
Those we don't recall eagerly follow random people
At the time, you utterly disregard their specific advice.
At 30 years of age, we will willingly enter a state bribeable,
After, we shall be plagued with genuine fears that entice.
We will figure out the most to be flawless in every way,
In our looks, at work, and in other aspects of our life.
We'll pit ourselves to them in a competition array,
It is more critical than ever to reap authentic strife.
Your encounters in life abilities and uniqueness,
Will define you as a person, not your outward scoops.
Foster a confident attitude throughout your happiness,
Convince and motivate your friends and family groups.
Written: April 29, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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