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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