The word reminiscent of the taste,
A word detested,
Cursed and cat-called
Stinks of corrugating rust
Synonymous with abject misery.
Yet, in all its sanguine naivety,
It is what life is about.
All those defining moments
The game-changers, the check-mates
The low blows, the catastrophes
The cascading falls, the downward spiral
The ruminating revisions in the brain
All of which leave an after-taste,
That endow none unabased.
Albeit what many let slip
Is the growth, Resilience, the Evolution
That chips away those unglamorous edges
Credit to those bitter-sweet events
That shape our present.