Spring has finally come to me.

The beauty of the world I see. 

My childhood is complete and done.

Adulting is now my number one. 

Isn’t it ?

 

I awake refreshed, I’m renewed

I’m hungrey, I need food. 

Oh...right, I’m on my own 

Adulting again, I am grown. 

Aren’t I ?

 

Grab granola and out the door

My first professor is such a bore.

I know the subject is relevant

In four years I should know what he meant.

Shouldnt I ?

 

Piles if books, I’m overcome.

I look for comfort but I’m not home.

How does everyone know these formulas? 

My stress is mounting I must be stupid, because

I can’t ?

 

Schedules, classes, more formulas,

I need more friends like others have.

But time, is such a precious thing.

I’m  not really enjoying my new found Spring. 

Why not?

 

My life is now ahead I see, 

Beginnings come everyday to me.

If I survive this new found Spring, 

I’ll move to Summer, a professional thing.  

A job ?

 

Summer will be long and fun,

A marriage, children, a boat, and sun.

I’ll be inventing, saving life in Space,

I must remember to enjoy that place.

Will I ?

 

I see my parents as their Winter comes.

Slower now, living at home.

Their life and future all spent on me,

Gracefully aging reveling in memories.

Of me ?

 

Seasons of life my mother recalls

Woodstock and great music and charity balls.

The future ahead, life for the taking,

But Winter snuck up and her hands are now shaking.

Her love ?

 

Adulting is hard my childhood is past.

It seems that my next 60 years won’t go that fast.

But seeing that my Spring is flying by me 

I need to slow down, to create my own memories.

I shall !