Eighteen years is when you end childhood
Childhood is painted in bright colors - yellow and oranges
And the ends are too often dark and painful
However, the soft colors of the fall - orange and yellow
They remind us of the beautiful endings
And the love never ends; it matures
It matures to love, I would say
Eighteen years is when you attain adulthood
The time when you will be the guide to your own destiny
The time when you are challenged to find your own path
Love will find a way, they say
And love creates its own way of flowing
Adulthood is the time when you understand
And appreciate the alternative meaning of love
Eighteen years is when you become responsible
Responsible enough to know what is right and wrong
Responsible enough to control your emotions
Responsible enough to be able to hide your feelings
But, a few irresponsibilities with the eighteen years old
Sounds like precisely that freedom that we have been searching for
Eighteen years is when you become mature
Maturity is when you accept your mistakes
Maturity is when you stop blaming others
Maturity is when you learn to unlearn things
Maturity is bouncing back from mistakes and misfortunes
With confidence and optimism
To make things work even in the face of adversity
Eighteen years is when you attain freedom
I dream of freedom as a bird
If we had wings, we would fly away far past infinity
Into the place that we call ours
Where there would be no crowd, shouts or screams
Where we would find solace
The same comfort we found in each other's hugs
Eighteen years
I could write paragraphs on each year of these eighteen years
On each moment of these eighteen years
Of the waves of laughter and the tears
But, these are just eighteen years
And there are so many more to go
Together.
