We listen to elders for wise advice
But even they are not susceptible
Sometimes their worst judgments rise
Even speaking the most despicable
We break the mold often than not
With cuts and bruises in the process
But mistakes doesn't happen much
Once you made so much along the way
One mistake does not define you
Because even they made myriad ones
So when they act like they know better
They probably do
But not all the time
The risks you make and take
Defines you, their criticisms do not