Every ten 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 out 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 more
do kicks.
No one had heard about the class nerd
Who'd guided a
spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain,
She
married a shipping tycoon.
The boy we'd decreed "most apt to
succeed:
Was serving ten years in the pen,
While the one voted "least"
now was a priest;
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 30th
year, it was abundantly clear,
We were definitely over the hill.
Those
who weren't dead had to crawled out of bed,
And be home in time for their
pill.
And now I can't wait; they've must set the date;
Our
40th 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 tuned up on high.
My wheelchair is
oiled, my teeth have been boiled;
And I've bought a new wig and glass
eye.
I'm feeling quiet hearty, I'm ready to party;
I'll dance 'til
the dawn's early light.
It'll be lots of fun; I just hope there's
one
Other person who gets there that
night......
Author Unknown... |