Zest and fire of yore


Dear Soul,
When you're forty and mature and old
Do smile when you look at the mirror and try not be low,
"You're a pretty young girl" now you're told
But two decades hence, treasure your wrinkles  as if that's your glow.

Dear Heart,
Try not to be so unstable as you are now,
Let go of your attitude of attaining things 'anyhow'
Stick to the courteous path without being rough
Its okay to seek affection by abandoning the pretence of being tough.

Dear Eyes,
You perhaps now need spectacles to see things accurately
It's time you start valuing things for what they're truly worth,
What appears to you beautiful today will one day turn ugly
Do not repeat past mistakes to ensure the inflow of mirth.

Dear Thoughts,
You're what define me and my existence on earth
You're the windshield of my soul: shelter pure ideas without any dearth
Remain as compassionate and loving as you now are
Live your truest desire with the same teenage zest and fire!


(This one is from a teen self to a middle-aged self. It was written for a contest on Allpoetry where they asked you to speak to your older/younger version)

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