Achieved at last
Things go better in the twenties
The teens last forever
In the twenties you can see the end
Those voices aren’t singing about the lady in the top hat.
They are excited about finishing
The second breakfast is now the third dinner
We aren’t beginners any longer
If we ever were.
There will be no self-help books now
No beds lying beneath palms
Our own beds are whispering
Excited for our return.
A countdown to completion.
We can see it, smell it.
It tastes like old clothes and hope
Hour twenty, my old friend
We really are going to do this thing.