"17"

On this day in September,
The eighteenth to be exact,
A friend of mine will turn seventeen,
And the clock shall never go back,

Sweet sixteen has come and gone,
Now she must look to the days ahead,
For in them will be many changes,
Decisions to be made, and paths to tread,

I'd wish her the best of luck,
If only there were such a thing,
Instead I pray God's will be done,
That He might gather her under His wings.

∙ 08/09/17 ∙