Does It Matter

By JScib
Eighteen years I slaved over school and work,
Where I have braved many an obstacle
I’ve never been bothered by names like dork
Because I know I’ll get my popsicle,
Not literally. I’ll get my reward,
Which I thought was adulthood but seem to
Have been misinformed, and now I’m only bored,
Fore adulthood has yet to pay my due.
Then again I am just a teen, good grief!
Lost in trivial matters of the soul,
And the superficial matters of ‘beef’
With my generation. I’ve lost my goal
In writing this plea. But does it matter?
I have years to remember the latter.