Twas my class reunion
Though I wore bifocals
I swallowed his words
We'd hugged farewell hugs.
We turned up hearing aid volumes
Turned back years,
and were young for the night.
Author Unknown
And all thru the house
I checked in each mirror
And begged my poor spouse
To say I looked great
That my chin was not double
And she lied thru false teeth
Just to stay out of trouble
My eyes had not changed
I had the same figure
Just a mite rearranged.
My skin was still silky
Although looser in places
And I walked rather slow
But still made all the bases.
Hook, sinker and line
And I entered the banquet
Feeling just fine.
Somehow I'd expected
my class mates to stay
As young as they were
on that long-ago day.
But like me, through the years,
They'd added gray to their hair,
or pounds to their rears.
But as we shared a few memories
and retold some class jokes,
We were eighteen in spirit,
though we looked like old folks.
and dimmed down the light,
Home Page  |
Previous Page |
Next Page |
Overview Page |
