Class Of Sixty Four- Reunion
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,
Wednesday, September 2, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship