>≫Grey Beard Poem by Abdul Wahab

I have many years passed
Since the time I was born
Sharp and abrupt ups and down
Of many a thing I have seen

It's not a time now at this age
To put up a show to brag and boast
Nor ask me to prove anything
As none have I got to impress

The way people talk to me as if
I have not grown my beard grey
And as if, I am a new brand for sale
So I am in dire need to be impressed.

Gone are those days when I used
To place myself forcefully for acceptance
But like a wooden cork of boozing bottle
Each time I usually get rejected

Scare me not of that bitter truth
About impression no more I care
Thank you my grey beard and old age
Tears of rejection no more I fear.