Being Seventeen's an awkward year,
You're caught right in between;
The days of childhood hopes and fears,
And adulthood: Eighteen.
With Highers sat there's tears for some,
With others feeling dead;
But all prepare for the years to come,
And the life that lies ahead
Instinctively, you know what's right,
And that will serve you well;
You care, but you may have to fight
For love; for some can't tell
That the outer strength that you convey,
And sometimes use to scare;
Hides fear and sensitivity,
And a soul that truly cares.
But somehow you will always find,
Your problems you can solve;
For friends will always be behind
To strengthen your resolve.
So worry not, and use today,
To just enjoy yourself;
Throw all your worries and cares away
Have fun today; OR ELSE!