>≫Grey Beard

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.