Life is too deep for words

So the dreaded 21 has finally claimed its first casualty. I believe this calls for a moment of silence for the first member of The Gang has taken her first (and probably extremely traumatising step) into adulthood. This has started the clock for the rest of us; it won't be long before we too fall victim to such a fate.While I'm neither the first nor the last in this painful wait, it will be interesting to see how each of us react to this coming of age and predict that of my own as well. So to bury the last vestiges of childhood and to usher in endless mountains of responsibilities, debts, wrinkles and aching bones, here's a short poem -for the lack of a better word- I (rushed/)did for her last night.

( Because I thought this would be the perfect excuse for me to prove how I still can't write poems. )