Point Loma High School Class of 1970 

The Reunion

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Twas my class reunion, and all through 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 through 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 her words, hook, sinker and line

and I entered that banquet feeling just fine

 

We greeted with hugs, but, like me, 50 years

added gray to their hair and width in their rears

 

Somehow I’d expected my classmates to stay

just as they were on the long-ago day

We shared a few memories and re-told some class jokes

were were 18 in spirit, though we looked like our folks

 

We talked about all the good times, now long gone by

when we were still students at You-Name-it High

We turned hearing aids up and dimmed down the light

rolled back the years and were young for the night...

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Don Sappingfield