53. A - Age

Is often the number limiting your horizons
Is often holding you caged, though uncaged
You were born to fly, without reluctance
Don't tie your wings, with instructions
For age is just a number, measuring your span on Earth
Worrying, won't let you live in mirth
Move with the winds, and play in your grinds
Indulge into stories
that memories would later remind
Alleging your age is like a bad writer blaming the page.