All my friends are round
And their hair is gray
I can hardly walk
On class reunion day
I'd be safe and warm
If I'd stayed in bed today
Class reunion dreamin'
Oh what a telling day
Fell down in a lurch
When stumbling 'long the way
Well, I got up on my knees
And there I was to stay
You know teacher never told us
How old we'd look today
Class reunion dreamin'
Oh what a telling day
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Author:
Theodore Zendarski (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2026 08:32
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I can only imagine what my old classmates (if still alive) would look like now. For this reason I have never gone to a class reunion. Well written
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