How breathlessly we hoped our slow
childhood would hurry past
so we could live unsupervised,
unleashed and untypecast –
how breathlessly we joined the hunt
once out there on our own
for partners, jobs, success, or just
the thrill of the unknown –
how breathlessly we now hold on
as the day draws swiftly near
when we shall indeed be breathless
a bit too long, I fear.
If you have any comments on this poem, Tom Vaughan
would be pleased to hear from you.