How To Be An Adult: A Sonnet

You think adulthood starts when you turn 18

Or when you move out or graduate college

You look for work, you primp and preen

But finishing education didn’t give you much knowledge

About how to file taxes or pay the bills on time

Or finding the right significant other

Being happy seems like a steep hill to climb

Nights are haunted by the naysays of your mother

Eventually, however, things start balancing out

Life becomes the school you never really had

You learn on your own and you forget your doubt

Finally accepting that growing up isn’t all bad

All adults make the rules as they go along

You learn how to make your own, you learn how to be strong