Twas the first day of my summer,
As into adulthood, I rolled.
The magic of possibility around me
Shown bright, promising, and bold.
Of the shining, alluring, splendid
Of what my future could be
Shaking the shackles of youth,
For once in my life, truly free.
But what does a youth
Know of liberation?
What do they know of great joy?
How do they appreciate their new station?
And with folly and short understanding,
My summer quickly became fall.
Bound to a new contract
Foolishly, I traded it all.
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Summer Turned to Fall
by Stephanie Daich
