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.
We tried so hard to impress.
We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,
And wore our most elegant dress.
It was held at a fancy hotel.
We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,
And everyone thought it was swell.
To achieve great fortune and fame.
Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses
And how beautiful their children became.
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.
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;
She married a shipping tycoon.
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.
Who seemed to have aged the least.
Another was given to the grad who had driven
The farthest to attend the feast.
Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.
Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;
You never saw so many thighs.
They impressed their classmates or not.
The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;
By this time we'd all gone to pot.
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
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.
Our fiftieth is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
At the Shady Rest Home for the old.
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 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
7 comments:
Funny, and true. I've been out 56 years and attended only the 35th reunion. At that time, I recognized perhaps 10 persons (out of a class of 47). Very likely, I would not recognize any of them now. I don't think I paid much attention to the individuals in my class. Names, I remember; faces I do not.
That a great poem. I'm afraid that its so true. I haven't been to any class reunions. This year would be 47. I sent for a DVD of the 45th. and was bored silly with those who were interviewed. Too much posturing. How come everybody changes but me??? LOL
lol. I love this.. My sister just went to a reunion not too long ago. She will get a kick out of this.. BTW, she used to be a cheerleader.. She's 59 now..lol
Bunches of hugs.....
I can identify with the part that says that people who looked real promising in high school became losers, and quiet, nerdy people nobody cared much about became highly successful. It might be more common than people think, so highschool kids, beware, the geek sitting by himself in a corner all the time might be your next boss, so be nice ;)
I can relate to this one as well. Last time I went to mine was in the mid seventies, the 20th one, I think, but then I moved away from Ohio. I read about some of them on Classmates.com, these days. Funny post, but a little sad as well!
Have a good night,
Renie
How true, Oh, how true.
I went to my 20th and 45th, the latter was much more fun.
Went to my husbands 50th and it was a blast.
My 50th will be 2009.
It's absolutely true and funny also! First we try to impress than the second time we don't care about that and act normal and enjoy!
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