Loke Kok yee
Class Of Sixty Four- Reunion - Poem by Loke Kok yee
A tear fell when it's time to part,
A tear fell when you had to go.
Fifty years apart, in one night we trust,
Rekindled flames will brightly glow.
Balding heads and tummy wide,
With glasses looking bold.
Missing teeth and hair quite white,
What a sight to behold.
But Oh! what luck and Oh! what joy,
Our gracious ladies ne'er grow old.
In the years to come we'll meet again,
Even though crutches we need to hold.
Class of sixty four, always in the fore,
Values we'll never forego.
In friendship strong we'll all hold ranks,
While others break and go.
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