‘A CONFESSION BY A YOUNG GUY’
I offered to meet
will be at the café to greet
and will be my treat
Just promise you would not freak.
Face me and reveal the truth
Texting does not sound so good
For you I should be an old worn our wood
Are terms on which I stood.
Age is just a number game
But experience, from where will you gain?
Going through all that frustrating pain
All these years have made me icy cold sane.
Age is no more a seal
I would need you to reveal
Passion for the confession you concealed
Talk your heart out to make me feel.
Our meeting concluded
Your actions seemed grounded
Only the aroma of coffee surrounded.
Thank you for helping me to learn
Age, for you, is no more than a physical yearn
It is late I should return
I don’t want to hire a prejudiced intern.