20th Reunion Yearbk-1985

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 had come so far, drove a fancy car

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.
 

Some had been lean, now no longer a teen,

Family cooking had played many tricks.
Some jocks who were there had all lost their hair,
And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.
 
No one would holler about the class scholar
Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;
Or shy little Violet, who's always been quiet;

She married a shipping tycoon.
 
The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'
Disappeared to live with his kin,
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;
It seemed we had all gone to pot.
 
It was held at the park, oh such a lark;
We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.
Then most of us lay around in the shade,
In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.
  
And now I can't wait; they've set the date;

Our next one is coming, I'm told.
It should be a ball, they've rented a hall
Hope it’s not Shady Home for the old.

By the fiftieth year, it’ll be abundantly clear,
We are definitely over the hill.
We’ll greet it with dread, we’ll crawl out of bed,
And be home in time for the pills.

Repairs will be made on the hearing aid;
The pacemaker's been turned up on high.
The joints will be oiled, teeth will be boiled;
And we might buy new wigs and glass eyes.
 
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