advice

advice flows
often
like wine
on the house,
with no takers,

for it has not
slumbered
in time,
waiting
for that moment
to be received
with honour,
by the one
who thirsts,

given before its time,
without a thought,
without a look within,
it remains
unused,
insipid,
and wasted,
like young wine
curling around
hesitant lips,
like rain
not harvested
for its life,
leaving behind
a parched
dishonoured earth.