The other day it occured to me,

That I am getting older.

And with this age comes stubborness,

as my remarks become bolder.

My actions are none but my own,

Such reponsibility.

And soon the days will wear me thin,

As I lose virility.

I'm closing in on twenty years,

Only eight months left to go.

A teenager I cease to be,

Adult years begin to flow.

I've experienced so many things,

But I wouldn't say I'm wise.

Because so much is left to see out there,

If I'd open my eyes.

So much left to challenge,

and so much left to do.

So many things unspoken,

And theories to prove true.

And one day down the road of life,

My existence it will cease.

And as my spirit passes,

On life I'll get a new lease.

My energy will pass itself,

on into my surroundings,

And new life will be made,

My nutrients it's foundings.

So I will live without regret,

For what I say and do.

Because this life's only temporary,

One day to be made anew.