Zahia Harb/LebanonTo Be Adult

Hello colleagues,
Here's an acrostic poem:
              To Be Adult,
The tired truant takes a trip
on board of a fabulous fantasy ship
but anchors her on the magic land
enticing waves on the silky sand.
A fourteen-moon- old gifted guy
dear and handsome yet so shy.
Uniquely draped with a special built,
looking cool but bearing guilt.
Torn, however, are his sails;
he once wins but often fails.
Ever living in a reverie,
he then wakes up to rivalry.
He feels he has missed a lot,
so he prefers to take a shot.
His friend, his fiend, his mate, his peer
taught him once to look so queer:
he taught him how much to drink
to drink and drink and never think.
Under pressure has he agreed
t'adopt this habit at such a speed,
and so on and on the story goes.
What shame and guilt the story shows.
The tired truant has grown up now;
everyone of you must ask me how
-He's left the ship behind
and got mature and kind.
The adult, the builder,
the man, the soldier
has got off board his ship
to have a new blessed trip.
To be adult.