To My Father

Soon I will become an adult,

My father's biggest worry,

He says, "by law, everything becomes your fault,

but dear, there is no need to hurry."

Becoming eighteen has always been a dream,

A dream I've dreamt since I was eight.

Now as I drift closer and closer to the date,

It's not looking to be as it all had seemed.

There's insurance, credit and property lurking my way.

Maturity and responsibility are going to be expected of me.

I will turn in my crown of 'joie de vie',

Put on my apron, and learn how to pay.

Managing time and doing things with little mistake become priorities,

And Christmas mornings, prancing in my tinker bell socks, become slight memories.

... Goodmorning world, today I am an adult, I am eighteen.

This day approached in what seems to be quite the hurry.

I do understand that everything will not always be what it seems,

But father, I want you to know, there is no need to worry.