Younger Days

Younger Days By Franklin Price 9/20/2019 When I look back in wonder, to when I was young and bold And people thirty years of age were all washed up and old, And as their words of knowledge, approached my thickened head, My ear drums did beat so loud, to much of what they said. The school work was too easy, and so often I was bored Yet the teachers were persistent, and for that I thank the Lord Homework was so useless and was only for a fool I did not do a lot of it, was as stubborn as a mule. The older that I got back then, the more I tempted fate When I became a senior, I would barely graduate The year was nineteen-sixty-four, the world was in a mess I tried to go to college, it did not work, I must confess I needed more direction, to help me grow in age, The military offered that, though it wasn't all the rage. I enlisted in the Air Force, that I never will regret, Did it on my own volition, did not do it on a bet. Four years went by quickly, the last in Viet Nam SOS for breakfast, in MRE's was sometimes spam Was Air Force educated, the last formal of my life Had been to war, and married, and divorced from my first wife Mustered out in Washington, came back to Florida soon Went to work at KSC, sent the first man to the moon. The year was nineteen-sixty-nine. It was there I met my wife. We're married fifty years, this year. She's the best thing in my life. Could write of all that happened in those many years between, Of all that I have been through and everything I've seen. This was about my younger days, this part that I have told, If there is something I have learned, it's that thirty isn't old