Breathless

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.

Tom Vaughan

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