Age, it is!

The day has passed
I have not yet proven my worth.
After two months of scourging the street and the webs
Nothing comes close enough
Oh, when the age is
Like  you are a lone wolf,
Elbowed by cold fish in the industry
My chatterbox me silenced by the insecurity of my age

How long have I been in a drought
 Four years and I am ageing
I missed the days of wearing my office coats and high -heels
Cloak for success, I thought wouldn't end up coming
But then, I was tested.
I lost touch. I lost my gain.

My age has now become an obstacle.
It does not come in grace or demand.
So I thought aged wine becomes tastier
But not when it comes to employment
Age is a debacle.