L Milton Hankins Poet Villanelle

Those High School Years

I remember those high school years
When being popular was so important,
I tried so hard to fit in with my peers.

Each grade was like changing gears
Readjusting to teachers was torment,
I remember those high school years.

I spent lots of time in laughter and tears
Some years wondering what it all meant,
I tried so hard to fit in with my peers.

Freshman year was rampant with fears,
Hoping the dean’s office never to be sent
I remember those high school years.

All through the sports’ jocks nasty sneers
I was a band boy carrying my instrument,
I tried so hard to fit in with my peers.

I think I may have even tried a few beers
Some credence with the guys that lent,
I remember those high school years
I tried so hard to fit in with my peers.

Written April 3, 2022

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Caren Krutsinger April 4, 2022 at 6:44 AM Nothing wrong with this "I was a band boy carrying my instrument," - which instrument was it? L Milton Hankins April 4, 2022 at 8:23 AM I played the cornet in the high school band. My senior year I was the Drum Major. I also played in the Berea College band my freshman year. Then, I switched instruments and eventually played the clarinet in the Akron Symphony Orchestra.

Tom Cunningham April 4, 2022 at 12:24 AM Happy memories Milton, back then we all wanted to be part of the gang, then we get older and wiser and go out own way. Tom L Milton Hankins April 4, 2022 at 8:29 AM So true. Amazing how satisfying, or being like, our peers isn't so important as we grow older.

Marco Chies April 3, 2022 at 6:11 PM I Forgot to comment: the night before you posted this poetry, I looked up and heard on You Tube that old Cat Stevens song, Old School Yard... L Milton Hankins April 3, 2022 at 6:19 PM It is simply amazing how coincidences can rise up out of nowhere, meaningful time when something comes to mind. I used to marvel that I would never see a particular car model or color until I bought one, then they seemed to be everywhere. I think of the number of times I write a poem and several others on the same, or a similar, theme pop up out of nowhere. And, I know it happens to everyone, or at least I suspect it does.

Kim Rodrigues April 3, 2022 at 2:54 PM Very nice!High school is not easy. I went back to visit the next year and was glad I was out of there…lol L Milton Hankins April 3, 2022 at 6:10 PM Thanks, Kim. When I was a senior I thought the year would never end. I kept saying to myself, When will I ever get through with this!" Now, I look back, and it was merely a blip in my life.

Marco Chies April 3, 2022 at 12:45 PM Excellent, once again. L Milton Hankins April 3, 2022 at 1:24 PM Thanks, Marco. It was fun remembering.