Years of My Life

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1974-75 School Year

So the years rolled along, full of work, full of play,

And I candidly say that I loved every day—

Had a wife whom I loved—and a son who was great.

I was blessed—and I knew it: There is no debate.

On that road we call “Grad School” I started to see

Just a little bit farther—oh yes! Ph.D.!

But it took so much time—what with family and work—

I was swarmed with so much I was sometimes a jerk.

For we tend, when we’re busy, to think all we do

Is for me and for me and for me (sometimes you).

So I don’t always think of these years with much pride—

All I know is I felt at the time that I tried.

In my classes I felt much more confidence flow—

For the more that I read, well, the more I could know.

And my time with my wife—and my time with my son—

Oh, that time was pure gold: Oh, please never be done!