Score and fifteen etched the faces,
some coming from most distant places,
just to bring the circle closed.
Youthful memories to the fore
for men and women who before
were classmates on the brink of aging.
Over time we’ve gotten older,
mellow now, where once were bolder,
with wisdom lacing our decisions.
Parents now, some grandkids too,
and pride in everything they do,
at this stage of life we share.
And share we did, through the ages,
faces posed on all the pages,
come to life to touch our histories.
Recognition brings a smile,
sadly thinking all the while,
“What the heck is that guy’s name?”
Grouped together with familiarity,
cliques of old held high hilarity,
now accepting, all were welcomed.
And me, a bookish nebish then,
stood abreast with these old friends,
who remembered me with some affection.
Why do situations pose,
a change of manner, do you suppose
I could have been a different man?
For back in High School where life bloomed,
blossoms of beauty in every room,
the directions chosen were our own.
Some, the choices were not theirs,
and death had sadly nested there
to take old comrades from this earth.
Surely in spirit they raised a glass,
to celebrate this reunited mass,
the storied Class of Seventy-Four.
I regret to say, through faults of mine,
I met old classmates for the first time,
thirty-five years past the bar.
The smiles and hugs will surely linger,
and I can count on just one finger
the seconds I’ll hesitate when forty calls.
Long live Lackawanna High School Class of 1974!