Milepost 16

Tis just a number to the adults in my life One they remember from a past long ago Yet, somehow they forget the accompanying strife And forget those things that I am yet to know A drivers’ license, they think, must be my only thought As if, after sixteen years, that should be my winning prize There are many other life’s lessons I yearn to be taught And I am still but a simple child in their eyes Sixteen candles sit melting on top of my cake As they beckon, “Make a wish and blow them out” I simply wish that my life has not been a bad mistake And, “Take me seriously!” is what I want to shout Sixteen summers to them is but a fraction of their world I pass through this milestone underwhelmed but over thrilled