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.