Twas my class reunion
And all thru the house
I checked in each mirror
And begged my poor spouse
To say I looked great
That my chin wasn't double
And she lied thru false teeth
Just to stay out of trouble.
Though I wore bifocals
My eyes hadn't changed
I had the same figure
Just a mite rearranged.
My skin was still silky
Although looser in places
And I walked rather slow
But still made all the bases.
I swallowed his words
Hook, sinker and line
And I entered that banquet
Feeling just fine.
Somehow I'd expected
my classmates to stay
As young as they were
on that long-ago day.
We'd hugged farewell hugs.
But like me, through the years,
They'd added gray to thier hair,
or pounds to their rears.
But as we shared a few memories
and retold some class jokes,
We were eighteen in spirit,
though we looked like our folks.
We turned up hearing aid volumes
and dimmed down the light,
Turned back the years,
and were young for the night.
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