Monday, July 25, 2011

I’m turning 30

Okay, I was scared of you and I didn’t want you to come
But I know I can’t avoid you and the worries I wanted to shun
They say if you can’t avoid it why not try and accept.
So here dear 30 I’m all ready, to adapt.

I promise to be wise but not give up on fun,
Stand to face the storm and not try to run.
To be more organized but not at the cost of sanity,
I will be more sober and try to give up on vanity

I’m ready for those lines on my face,
And promise to take them up with grace.
And no more men gazing at me with veneration,
So I happily leave the way for the next generation.

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