He looked a bit above his age —
For went through burning fire.
He was inordinately sage,
Been dancing on a wire.
He’s seen it all; the ride was rough,
Took dives and hit the bottom.
There was so much he had enough —
No life in silk and cotton.
As tension grew and pressure built,
He played it smooth and clear,
And was the one to pay the bill —
As was, indeed, it dear.
And even then, when all the brave
Stooped low and tried to veer,
He took the roads that weren’t paved —
Evasions, lies, and smear.
He learned it fast and learned it soon:
No single thing’s unnoticed.
One hundred twenty harvest moons
And ninety equinoxes.
Were switching to a smolder mode,
Continued stubs to glare.
He picked the keys and cracked the code —
As less he couldn’t care.
He looked a bit above his age,
For went through burning fire..
I really felt the weight of experience in this poem.. Thank you!
Truly impressive!
Təsir edici və maraqlı şerdir. Allah Sizi qorusun.
Супер! Всё становится ясно с первой же строки…
I hope that, at least to some extent, we will also strive to reach even part of that level and those results. thanks.
Impressive, well done.
Very impressive!
The poem expressed clearly and with great sensitivity!
The poem brings the hardships of life vividly to mind — struggles that are inevitable for everyone. Yet, these challenges either breaks an individual or, on the contrary, shapes them into someone stronger and wiser. As life goes on, overcoming these challenges deepens a person’s character and inner world, and to appear older than one’s age becomes not a sign of time, but of depth. Thank you for sharing.
“He’s seen it all; the ride was rough,
Took dives and hit the bottom.”
Amazing way to explain how wisdom doesn’t come from success but from hardship and surviving failure. I would complement these lines with ;
From moments of loss, understanding is born,
In battles we lose, new strength is worn