Fifteen, a number, a simple decree,
A midpoint, a balance, a harmony.
Fifteen days past the month’s young start,
A teenage year, a hopeful heart.

A baker’s dozen, with two more to spare,
A quarter and three, a thoughtful share.
Fifteen minutes, a pause in the day,
A moment to reflect, to stop and to stay.

So let us appreciate this number of grace,
A stepping stone, a steady pace.
Fifteen, a symbol, a promise untold,
A chapter yet written, a story to unfold.