Truly an adult, finally at the age of responsibility, age of majority. <br />The key to the door can unlock the future. <br /> <br />Then the futuristic fantasy hits the cold damp floor of reality. <br />Debts start to build up, your newly opened credit cards and store cards have been cancelled within days. <br /> <br />You want to spend your life with the guy next door and although you don't need your parent's permission you still feel uneasy about telling them. <br />Marriage could make that load even heavier and your pockets and wallet are suffering already. Somehow I don't think I want to get to that age, it seems too much of a burden.<br /><br />Jane Tomlin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/18-2/
