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
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