J's Musings

I was 5,

When my mother told me,

To wear a dress,

And host a tea party,

I did it,

And it did not suit me,

So, I put on blacks and blues,

But kept my pretty shoes,

And hosted a little conference,

For my dollies.

I turned ten,

And my father told me to dress and act well,

I tried it and it did not suit me,

So, I put something outrageous,

But tucked the shirt in,

An I laughed little louder,

Took up more space,

But kept my greetings sweet.

It was when I was 15,

That my teacher told me to think of studies rather than boys;

But my friends told me,

Young love would be irreplaceable;

I asked out a boy,

It did not suit us,

And we ended it,

But I told him to find himself groomsmen,

Rather than a bride.

Tomorrow I’ll be going,

To see him start a married life,

And though I can’t name the bride,

I know all the groomsmen,

Like the back of my hand-

20 was an age,

Where I was expected to find a job and boy,

I did both,

And neither worked for me;

So, I left the boys,

But found a better job.

Then 25 hit me,

With ‘settling down’,

So, I got engaged,

And we ran away;

Ditched the rings,

Followed separate ways,

I think ill be attending his wedding too;

For I helped him find a groom.

I’m 27 now,

I think I’ll like this also,

Sipping on more tea and wine,

Then recommended,

And 3 years later,

30 will haunt me,

With it’s ugly face,

And I think,

Ill still be liking this little life…

By,

Janx

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