Gracefully, like a dove in the sky

I am less than a year away from 18

Those two numbers loom large in the back of my mind

All my life I have wanted to go back in time

Younger

When I was carefree and could play with dolls all-day

I like to say I have grown old gracefully 

Flown like a dove through the sky

Wind in my feathers 

Beauty in every way

My days are filled with work

Longing for the time

When I would call up a friend

Hang for the day

No cares in the world

The only thing keeping me going

Is the reminder that in a few years

A college dorm will call me home

Art and poetry will fill my days

If my dream comes true of course