The Years of My Life, 1963

A Journey from 1944 to … Now

1963.

I turned nineteen in ’63—

It was a puzzling year for me.

I tried to figure what I’d be

Later on.

November ’63—amazed:

Some Dallas, Texas, gunfire blazed—

Our President is dead? All dazed.

America.

I changed my major—once, then twice.

An academic roll of dice!

I wasn’t sure what would suffice

For my career.

I even tried philosophy—

But didn’t take too long to see

That I had made (my profs agree)

A Big Mistake.

So English then it soon became—

And things have ever been the same

Since I at last conceived this game

Was meant for me.