Hour twenty

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.

Hour twenty

A Milestone

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.