New beginnings don’t necessarily mean the eradication of the old. At least, that is what I think.
Decades ago,
On this same date; August 20.
I was born.
Or so I was told.
I started this last year,
And here we are, still not complete.
I guess like the earth I’m living on
Nothing is constant. Always moving.
Constantly changing.
It’s my birthday,
But no new year, new me crap.
At least, not this year.
There are more important things,
Like what exactly?
Happy new year and Happy birthday to me.
©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe
Sophocles Writes 