A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1959
This was the year I turned fifteen—
A most amazing age:
Yes, I was certain, at fifteen,
Yes, I was certain, at fifteen,
That I was, well, a sage.
I had the wisdom of the years—
Experience to burn.
I couldn’t think of very much
That I had yet to learn.
For I had basketball and plays
And band and choir and such,
And homework didn’t bother me:
Just didn’t do that much.
Just didn’t do that much.
To college went my older bro—
Where he would once more shine,
But shining in the classroom? It
Was not a goal of mine.
Instead, for me, the NBA!
The Major Leagues, as well!
And Halls of Fame? Well, certainly.
(Already, I could tell.)
But in the bushes, lurking there,
Were Fear and brother Doubt:
At times I was too well aware
My future wasn’t … stout.
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