Classmates... Class Of '58 Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The years trickle by like an old cliché
Minutes turn to hours… then days
Passing through the hourglass of time,
as bones stiffen and hair turns to gray

Every five years the call beckons to all
Come to the class reunion… you won't be bored
Grains of sand are gathering one by one…
Returning from journeys with memories stored

Time passed so quickly… in our seventies now
Looking back at our youth with a broad smile
Suddenly feeling the years vanish into the air
Recalling the days when we were eager and wild