My Age Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

My age

Many of those my age
Sit back, lean, and lecture:
"I have seen, know better."

I remain a student
Listen to my teachers
Their claim is simple:
"Vary age and knowledge."

Thanks to their experience:
"Even donkeys, camels,
If walking the same trails,
Recognize, rough, softness."

Question them about flights
Using wings, and or glides:
"Did you use a bird's eye?
Did you look at every side? "

Most of them were stuck!

With fuzzy and white hair
They sit and rock the chair
Aimlessly, roaming around
Like the wind in mountains,
Keep whining, exclaims…

I look at heights, crests,
And see most governments
Corrupted with stench…!

Ukraine is in the blood
To ensure selling arms
And Putin, and Beijing
Fan the fires, egoists!

On a tree by the pond,
I see deer mesmerized.

It fears the crocodile
But hunts it jaguar.