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 serving ten years  in the pen,

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.












Life is Wonderful.
Don't forget it!----