Our Class Reunion
 

Every five years a reunion is planned,

the announcements go out in the mail.

We look up the name, remember the fames

and make plans to attend without fail.

I'll never forget the first time we met,

 we tried so hard to impress.

We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars

and wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite the affair, the whole class was there,

it was held in a hotel near town.

We wined and we dined, we acted refined,

till the bar man said time to close down.

The men all conversed about who had been first,

to achieve great fortune and fame.

Meanwhile their spouses described their fine houses,

and the lookers their children became.

The football players who once had been lean,

now weighed in at two-twenty six!

The jocks who were there, now lost all their hair,

and the cheerleaders lost their high kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd,

who helped guide a spacecraft to the moon.

Or poor little Jane, who'd always been plain,

but who married a high class tycoon.

The boy we declared "most apt to succeed",

was far from what we expected.

And the one voted the "least" turned into a priest,

and proved we were wrong as detected.

We awarded a prize to one of the guys,

who seemed to have aged the least.

Another was given to the grad that had driven,

the farthest to attend our grand feast.

They took a class picture of our curious mixture,

Of beehives and flat tops and ties.

We were tall, short, and skinny, though no one wore "mini",

as we never were prone to show thighs!

By our next get together, no one cared whether,

they impresses their classmates or not.

It was very informal, a whole lot more normal

as by this time we'd all gone to pot.

By the 50th reunion it was perfectly clear

we were not feeling "over the hill"

We laughed with old friends about all the trends

and our kids who kept sending their bills.

Now I can't wait, August 22nd is the date

our 55th is finally here I'm told!

It should be a ball, we've rented the hall

a pavilion for a picnic we'll hold.

Repairs have been made to our hearing aids

and our pacemakers are turned up to high.

Our wheelchairs are oiled, our canes and walkers toiled

to survive a night on the fly.

We're feeling quite hearty, we're ready to party

we'll talk to dawns early light.

It'll be lots of fun, we're just hoping there's one

who can make it the entire night!

If there's anything else that you'd like to add

just write it all down for your mates.

We need some addresses of those we can't find

and we'd sure like it before it's too late.

The years they fly by, so now let's all try

to make sure we're together again.

No date had been set, but let us not fret

As we'll always be willing and spry!

Thank you for Coming !!!!!

We'd like to extend our special thanks to Kathy Facciani (Ralph's better half) for so warmly inviting us into their home over these many months.  We laughed and carried on as we were all reminiscing over the many funny stories that were told.  We had a BLAST!  It's a wonder we ever got anything accomplished!

Dorothy (Adams) Charney
Ralph Facciani
Edward (Hromack) Tokarsky

Patricia (Lohr) Bossi

Helen (Nosal) Lucas

Robert Smith

Rosemary (Wargo) Morway