At 24 years old
I will live all on my own
Paying rent, and loans, and bills
I’ll be completely grown
At 24 years old
I will work a 9 to 5
Walking in the door at night
I’ll come home to my wife
At 24 years old
I think I’ll feel as old as time
Or maybe, that same nervousness
That has plagued my brain since 9
But, in ‘24, I will not be wise
I will not be old, nor aged
I will be a high school senior
Not quite ready to walk the stage
In ‘24, I will part with teachers
And friends that I hold dear
Days without their warmth and joy
Are days that I truly fear
In ‘24, I’ll take my diploma
Adulthood miles away
At least, that is how it felt
When ‘24 was far away