A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1958
In the fall of the year it was high school—at last!
I took Latin and algebra—then I was cast
In a musical play we were doing that year.
The Mikado—a memory I now
hold so dear.
My voice now had settled—a bit (so it seemed)—
Sure, I squeaked now and then, but my parents just beamed
When I strode on that stage, and I sang for the crowd.
(I’m so glad there’s no tape—it should not be allowed!)
I played basketball, baseball—to dances I went.
And my puny allowance I so quickly spent.
But now I was fourteen—and so wise in the ways
Of adulthood (but really was lost in a maze).
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