(leaving in the morning for my 40th high school class reunion in St. louis, hence the repost. Hopefully it won't come true! See y'all in a few days!)
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A very strange experience occurred last week to me...
Re-union of my high school class of 1963.
It was so long since I'd been back I wasn't sure I'd know
A single, solitary face but I just had to go.

Nostalgic waves of reminisces flooded through my brain
Recalling all those care-free days of school and raising cane
In days still free of obligations, marriages and strife
Where only sports and pretty smiles composed a happy life.

So I went back to my old school and entered through the door
Excited to meet all the school chums I had known before.
I looked around the room, anticipation on my face
But didn't recognize one single person in the place!

There were so many bald heads there - so many horn-rimmed glasses,
So many dumpy matrons that had grown from comely lasses.
I tried so to relate to them but it was very hard.
I felt that I had walked into a geriatric ward!!

Those high school jocks that dunked the ball or scored touchdowns with ease
Now walked around with bellies that went half-way to their knees!
Those pretty faces I had kissed and loved so long ago
Now left me shaking with relief that they had told me no!

They spoke of operations and the troubles they'd been through
And vitamins and IRA's and "I've got more than you!"
Men tried to hold their stomachs in with belts that had no slack
And tried to dance the Twist in ways to not throw out their back.

Well, I got through it - don't know how - the name tags helped a lot.
They asked me if I'd come again in five years...I think not.
It was a good experience but, if the truth be told,
I've no desire to be with them - those guys are WAY TOO OLD!!!