The Chronicles of Miss Shola

The blog's epitaph: Miss Shola came and went as she pleased

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Hello thirty-four, why do you stare at me so?
Do sit down and get to know me more.
We’re going to be friends for a year, if I’m lucky,
Stand by as we read another chapter in this story.

I have always been a feeler, but I hope to not overwhelm you.
I have always been a worrier, but I won’t make you one too.

I can be talkative and crack a joke and laugh hard, like me!
But like me even more when I slip into sorrow and just want to be.

I am impatient and judgemental, or so some people say
Don’t be so critical about me and wish my vices away.

I like to do things with my hands – make, mould or play
Hope you enjoy doing this, I usually like it my way.

Oh, I can get angry and cry out loud till my throat goes dry,
But see, inspite of it, thirty-three managed to get by.

As you grow old you will know about those who really matter,
They are wonderful people, and no matter what age will flatter.

Don’t worry thirty-four, be a sport and smile,
You’re special, and don’t come by every once in a while.


Written by Miss Shola

June 8, 2014 at 7:28 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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