On Turning Eighteen

Love this poem; i think it matches how i felt when i turned 18; had some minor adjustments though...third line: actually mine is more appropriate making it an iambic pentameter as sonnets are sometimes restricted to...

On His Being Arrived to the Age of Twenty-three [Eighteen]

How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth,
Stolen on his wing my three [eight] and twentieth [tenth] year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arrived so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.

Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure even
To that same lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven.
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great Task-master's eye.

--John Milton

Regarding Survivor's Definition of Race

althoughI like their idea of doing this, race is not the completely appropriate term that they used to divide the tribes (i.e. asians, blacks, caucasians, and hispanic). it would have been proper for the three (asians, whites, and blacks), but hispanic is not a race!!!...so what is hispanic?..."it pertains to the culture of latin america and sometimes spain is included" people from latin america could be classified as black (slaves brought by europeans), white (europeans of mostly pure spanish descents), native americans, or a combination of white, black, and/or native american...when will this ignorance and pollution of young minds stop?