Forty years of memories held dear
as time had found a way to rocket by,
and classmates came to gather with a sigh,
amazed at how quickly that special day drew near.
Familiar faces framed in hues of grey and sere,
wistful eyes that squint to an azure sky,
forty years of memories held dear
as time had found a way to rocket by.
Reunited amidst the hugs and cheers,
friendships that had strengthened by-and-by;
these men and women bound in lifelong ties.
We’ll hold these moments long past leaving here.
Forty years of memories held dear.
© Walter J Wojtanik, 2014