Child

I forget that you are only seventeen
I forget that your mother expects you home
Homework, curfews, juvenile restraints
These were all lifted my graduation day
Your day will come someday but not now
If you weren’t so damn mature
I’d remember you are only seventeen
I’d remember you haven’t lived as I have
I wouldn’t throw my problems at you
But you take it so well and in stride
I have to remember you are still innocent
That you live in a rose-colored world
I have to remember you are still a child