A Journey from
1944 to … Now
1970-71 Academic Year
Well, I turned twenty-six this
year—
Oh, I was really wise (I
thought)—
Just
look at all I’ve learned and taught!
Oh
surely I can have no peer!
About that? I was really right.
I had, instead, superiors
In every way: exteriors,
Interiors. I wasn’t bright—
Well, not so bright as I
believed.
Oh youth! I guess I’ll blame you
now—
For you’re the one (some way, somehow)
That made me so, well,
self-deceived.
But still I loved my life at
school—
My life in classes that I took—
I wrote each paper, read each
book,
And knew—yes, knew—I'd be no fool!
This was year five of my career—
I sponsored clubs, directed
plays,
And found so many different ways
That I suppressed my primal fear
Of failure.
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