Progress

September 01, 1993|By Robert H. Deluty

At 15, I would dream of being

In an unfamiliar classroom,

Facing an unexpected final

In an unknown subject.

At 25, of standing

In a cavernous lecture hall,

Addressing my esteemed

professors,

Naked, except for my socks.

At 30, of having

My Ph.D. wrested from me

For lack of one college credit

In volleyball.

Perhaps, by 40,

Struggling, wakeful feelings of

Competence, genuineness,

security

Will begin to put such dreams

To merciful rest.

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