"ADULT-ESSENCE"
I'm said to be in "Adult-Essence"
I know not where this is.
Somewhere in the middle of,
Adulthood and kid.
Getting out of this place
Requires two things:
An aged birth certificate
And maturities' wings.
A lot of responsibity
We seem to attain.
Yet decisions aren't ours
What is, is the blame!
Trying to figure
Where we fit, in this life.
Education, Employment...
A husband, (or wife.)
Affording the stuff
We think that we need.
I take a step back
And realize my greed.
We are slowly given our lives
To live as our own.
Trying to fashion them after
The examples we're shown.
At our low paying jobs
We're considered Adults
In the space of an instant,
We're just children with faults.
How do we know
Which role to play, when
The world's on your shoulders
While you're locked in a pen!
Some say "At eight-teen
You'll be given a key,
To open the lock
Escape, and run free!"
That's not my ideal
I'd rather stay near
To my wonderful family
That I hold very dear.
I know I'll survive
If I hold to my Savior.
Read the word daily,
Mimic his behavior.
It's the "Essence of Adulthood"
We revel in, each day...
Someday I'll get there,
And won't want to stay!
~By Erin Spence
