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A Coming of Age Story


To the DMV I drove, full of bliss

Aware of the independence I would soon gain 

I was sure my childhood was one I would no longer miss

For I would become a lone lion with a long mane

 

As I received my license, I envisioned all the journeys that would ensue 

No longer would my destination be determined

I would drive to school, the gym, and even the zoo

It is as if I turned over a new curtain

 

With great power comes great responsibility

Was something I could not quite understand

Until driving my dad's workers soon became a new activity

The adult life has a lot to demand

 

This is the story of my grow up

and of my glow up

 

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