A Journey to Nineteen

A month named after Maia A transition from spring to summer 24 rotations on its axis 19 circles round the sun a boy born, his future uncertain years of hardship, keep enduring pain Heart shattered at 16 and haven't recovered from the loss her body cremated and ashes in the river never got a chance to bid farewell turned 17, oh what a miserable life school life turned to hell, full of rumors and lies At 18, graduated from school his efforts and work never came to ripe I hope you're okay on this fine Friday accept my regards as this poet turns 19 Cause I haven't given up yet