Carefree to Stressful
Last year I was carefree,
As much as a high schooler can be.
I played football and threw the discus,
I partied and really did not miss much.
Oh, that was the life fo me.
No worry plagued me for long,
Not when I could just dally along.
I wish that was still the case,
But, alas, I had to grow a mustache on my face.
Senior year is full of AP and Honors classes,
School time goes by so slow it is like watching molasses.
Yet I am expected to pick a college,
To fill my head with tons of knowledge,
Then go out and start my career,
All before I am even allowed to drink a beer.
Wish I had super powers,
To see the future and know what matters.
Life has become stressful,
Studying until late certainly is not restful.
But I am confident I'll makethe best life choices,
After listening to all the wisdom filled voices.
My new life awaits me.