The day you accepted fate,
That day you choose to let go.
The same day u loose it all.
Dear, that day you get wounded.

The blood is still bleeding.
You never had the nutrients for clotting, and so you keep loosing value.
You keep depreciating from life to inexistence.

Time heals all wound you think.
But time can never heal this one wound.
You've been hurt once, that gives the needed access.            
Though the wound is now scar to you.

Yes scars to you after a while,
But to your inner man, it's as fresh as today.
And you think you can move on with the pain,
Because you concluded there is no remedy.

Yes you have substituted fate for your passion.
You have replaced your ever available oil with toil.
Your vessel you have shattered because time has vexed you.
You keep going about with the scars of your sacrificed passion.

Wounds are scars.
Have heard it often,
Now, its like a song
Time heals all wounds.

But little do we know,
That its only wound
That  may be healed
With time not scars.

Scars is often a remnant,
A remembrance of wound.
That though may fade,
But its ever there.

There for us to see,
There for us to learn from,
There for us to teach with,
There for us to live with.

The action that started it.
The reaction that causes it.
The lesson learnt from it.
All follows us to the grave.

While some  are stepping stones.
some are bridges to limelight,
Some of our scars are unending pits.
Some are the object of oblivion

Wondering about what have been told,
The glory and seriousness of  old.
All  I can feel was pain and cold.
For very few youth the seriousness holds,
But majority feel they must be scold.

Wondering about the unrefined rawness,
That those of old have a particular roughness,
Which help them possess thorough toughness,
They all appear in the best stages of seriousness.
My eyes now open to the youth sickness.

I was told that then life seems stressful,
So all they could do was to achieve what they choose to the full.
Without concentrating on the common flu.
They have to hold on through perseverance and full (clean).
I now know that the youth are nothing but fool.