Years of My Life

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1971–72 School Year

This year began—yes, Number Five—

In my short class career.

I felt a lot more confident—

With far much less to fear.

Don’t get me wrong—I made mistakes—

I made them every class.

I still went home most every night

And sighed: “You stupid ass!

“Why did you say that? Why that move?

You made some kids feel bad.

They are, you surely recognize,

The best allies you’ve had!”

But I was having lots of fun—

The clubs, the classes, plays.

And my wee life was now so full—

So full in many ways.

In 1971—the fall—

We got the welcome news:
We would be parents in July!

Oh, such news cures the blues!