Sunday, October 15, 2017

Years of My Life

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1967–68 School Year

In June this year*—a school play,
The first one that I did direct.
I wrote it with some kids—the way
I’d learn to love (as you suspect).

My second year of teaching was
A little better than the first—
Which wasn’t all that hard because
My first year was among the worst.

Oh, not because of students—no!
I learned to love them very fast.
But I found out I didn’t know
So very much … I was aghast.

And I was still alone that year—
The year that I’d turn twenty-three.
I started to endure the fear
That there was no one “right” for me.

I missed my parents—brothers, too.
I lived alone—and funds were low.
But I had many things to do—
Like watching piles of homework grow!

I lived in Twinsburg for a while—
And then to Stow for not too long.
And finally … Aurora (smile!),
I thought I’d fit—I wasn’t  wrong.

*June 1967, at the end of my first year.

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