When I Was One and Twenty (with apologies to A.E. Housman)


When I was One and Twenty

(With apologies to A.E. Housman)

When I was one and twenty,

My world was make-believe.

A play directed by others

I felt compelled to please.

 

But now I’m one and seventy,

The play is on the shelf.

No lines to learn, no marks to hit,

The director is myself.

About Sheila Morris

Sheila Morris is an essayist with humorist tendencies who periodically indulges her desires to write outside her genre by trying to write fiction and poetry. In December, 2017, the University of South Carolina Press is publishing her collection of first-person accounts of the people primarily responsible for the development of LGBT organizations in South Carolina. Southern Perspectives on the Queer Movement: Committed to Home will resonate with everyone interested in LGBT history in the South during the tumultuous times from the AIDS pandemic to marriage equality. She has published four nonfiction books including two memoirs, an essay compilation and a group of her favorite blogs from I'll Call It Like I See It. Her first book, Deep in the Heart: A Memoir of Love and Longing received a Golden Crown Literary Society Award in 2008. Her writings have been included in various anthologies - most recently the 2017 Saints and Sinners Literary Magazine. She is a displaced Texan living in South Carolina with her wife Teresa Williams and their dogs Spike and Charly. Her Texas roots are never too far from her thoughts.
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11 Responses to When I Was One and Twenty (with apologies to A.E. Housman)

  1. Robyn Whyte says:

    Hear hear

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  2. Luanne says:

    I love this! Wait, did you have a birthday? If so, happy happy. And if not, at least you are now the director, a lesson I literally tried to hit my daughter (an actor) over the head with when she was recently visiting.

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  3. I think that is great, Sheila. We become more and more ourselves I guess…MOL 😀 Happy one and seventy ❤ Pawkisses for a Wonderful Weekend 🙂 ❤

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  4. reocochran says:

    I am somewhat more confident now that I am 61, but I still have time to become wiser still, Sheila. 😉
    Happy birthday week, dear Sheila and tell Teresa hello too! (I miss Red and sometimes want to use Pretty for your special one. xoxo

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