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THE CLASS REUNION
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Two Reunion Poems

The Class Reunion

Every five years, as summertime nears,
An announcement arrives in the mail,
A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;
Make plans to attend without fail.

I'll never forget the first time we met;
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,
Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.
The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Was fond of his tonic and gin,
While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;
Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys
Who seemed to have aged the least..
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;
Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;
My pacemaker's been turned up on high.
My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party
I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; But I just hope that there's one
Other person who can make it that night.

Author Unknown

The Reunion

So long ago, and far away
When we were all so young
Tearing through the high school halls
We were filled with love and fun.

And now comes our reunion
Old friends I'll see at last
Excitement fills my mind with joy
My heart is beating fast.

I arrive and I am mystified
I see no one I know
Could these strangers in this place
Be my friends from long ago?

Someone asks my name
Then sticks a name tag on my dress
She hugs me hard and whispers
"It's so good to see you Bess!"

I sneak a look at her tag
And shocked I am to see
This tiny white haired lady
Had been such a friend to me!

I scan the room looking for
A boy that I once knew
I'm looking for black curly hair
And eyes that sparkled blue.

I'm talking, wandering, laughing
Reading name tags as I go
Searching for that special one
That I loved so long ago.

At last, I read his name tag
And my eyes rise to his face
His eyes still blue and sparkling
But of hair...there is no trace!

But in my eyes I soon discover
They look the same as way back then
So we'll laugh and dance this night away
For we may never meet again.

 



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