Hats Thrown High
Do you sometimes feel like time only ever speeds up? It seems only a short while since I was graduating university on a baking July day. Yet that was over 20 years ago. So much of life was then unknown and our expectations of life were vast. I would love to somehow bottle that innocence!
Hats Thrown High
We’re gleaming in the sunlight,
freshly crowned, newly minted.
We’re kings and queens, heroes,
the world is ours to make.
We’re working, working, working,
teachers, doctors, lawyers.
We’ve got no time for sleeping,
whatever life throws, we can take.
We’re thriving, living, loving,
building little families.
We’ve got no space to realise,
the clock’s steadily marking time.
We’re losing parents, loved ones,
jobs, marriages, hair.
We’ve packed away the albums
the upturned faces without a line.
Where are the kings, queens, heroes,
of those hopeful, halcyon days?
Look hard enough – they’re with us,
they’re within us still today.
