Growing up,
You're getting older,
You're getting wiser,
You'll always be my brother
Seventeen,
Don't know why there's so much to say about the age of seventeen,
Middle of the teenage years,
It's a special year from what I hear
From hopes and dreams,
To reality and poses,
I dedicate this to you,
You who are seventeen
Seeing all the candles on the cake,
Piecing together life from its misplaced parts,
Becoming more of you
Hopping on the train,
You're leaving
"Sixteenth Avenue",
Approaching,
"Seventeenth Street",
It's a journey you took and it's where you're going to go
When you get older,
You get bolder,
You learn more as you age
On "Seventeenth Street",
There are lights and pathways,
So much to explore,
Someone to search for,
Be fulfilled with seventeen
You may be one step closer to the end,
But look how far you've come,
Out of comfort, out of the literal,
Here you are at seventeen
Don't worry,
I'll keep close...
YOU ARE READING
Conversationals
Poetrysome messages to people who feel like they have no voice. and like my friend, @heyitsjo said once, I write about 'Everything and Nothing' Everything and nothing... Let's talk. Whether it's emotional instability, love stories or childhood. I'm here t...
