These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Homage to the New Adult

This weekend its over for being a child,
at least that's according to days.
For eighteen is when your adulthood is filed.
Forever adulting just stays.

Adult is a title, a job, and a role.
We all have to do it, it seems,
if we've been 'round the sun more than eighteen times whole,
we're childlike when vacation deems.

Must we go to our rooms when punishment sounds,
or can we now do as we like?
If we like we can distance when coughing abounds,
and cases seem somewhat to spike.

You've freedom to own your own car, buy your gas,
and find your own job really soon.
You've the joy to now graduate as soon as you pass,
and set up your sights to the moon.

With all kidding aside I now say in good pride,
"It's an honor to see you full grown."
There'll be tears. I can't lie, since your memories abide,
but great days are ahead to be known.

Happy Birthday, My Dear, for your best it is clear
is ahead. So, don't crane to look back.
There's no cause for your fear, but great joy and blest cheer
for your gifting is full with no lack.

The Lord give you His Best for in Him you are blest,
since He paid for your past with His Blood.
In His Wings you should rest for He guides your life's quest.
This your flower is now in the bud.

by Jay O’Toole
on September 10th, 2021