FIFTY YEARS!

 

It’s been fifty years since we’ve been in high school,

Listening to teachers and obeying the rules.

Fifty years – what a long time ago!

Has it been that long since I’ve seen my good friend Joe?

Pony tails and crew cuts that was the rage,

Knee socks and loafers, those were the days.

Back in those days we thought we knew it all,

But I know now that our minds were still small.

I hope that my kids have half as much fun

And only do half of the stupid things I’ve done.

Smoking in the lav – go to Joe Vent

He said I’d be sorry – now I know what he meant.

Looking back to when life was a breeze,

That’s when changing classes in two minutes was done with ease.

Walking to Briggs in all that snow –

Would I do it today, would I really go?

Back then it was fun. The air felt good.

Now I’d need a coat, gloves, hat, scarf, and a hood.

Sophomore Hop, Christmas Ball, the Senior Prom

When I think of it now, I shake with alarm.

Getting home at 2 – Boy, was Mom mad!

Going back that far is making me sad.

I’m wondering about my old teachers. How are they?

I’ve heard some are still teaching and many have passed away.

Remember the dates on Saturday night?

Do I look O.K.? Is everything just right?

Going out now is just not as much fun.

Are the grandkids all right? Are the dishes done?

Tom and Mary said they never would part.

Now they’re divorced. When did the fighting start?

I’m thinking about Coach Stebbins and the “BIG GAME”,

Ouch! My back, my legs, my knees will never be the same.

Going to high school – ah, those were the years,

But the years do go on – my, what a shame!

My fiftieth year reunion – I wonder if anyone will remember my name.