A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1960
Well, 1960—quite a year—
The year that JFK emerged
To win the White House (cost him dear),
The year some loves of mine converged.
My junior year of high school! Wow!
(This life is going way too fast.)
I was still getting by, somehow—
But my weak ways just couldn’t last.
Mr. Brunelle—a teacher—great—
Was having an effect on me,
But I was still a little late
At recognizing destiny.
For in my realm, see, sports were king—
Each basketball and baseball game
To me meant, well, just everything.
I still believed in certain fame.
My “love life” had become a mess—
It was, of course, all due to me—
But I will leave you here to guess
About what caused this “tragedy.”
And college lay not far ahead—
But seemed to be forever then.
And I still didn’t use my head
To be what I well could have been.
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