Sixteen
Not naïve fifteen
Or almost grown- up seventeen
Just sweet
And then sour
As I approach my bidding hour

Sixteen
Sweat tears fall down my face
Lingering
With such grace

Sixteen
And I'm almost gone
I will not see
The next dawn

Sixteen
I left today
Not wanting
To face what may

Sixteen
Goodnight
Goodbye
I will not greet you
In the sky

Sixteen
Here I go
As the curtain closes
On my show

- Katie