Class Reunion

FredPeyer

Pretending we made it

Showing happy faces, trying

Like hell to remember the name

Coming up short

 

Holding plastic cups full of red wine

With shaking arthritic distorted fingers

Talking story about our youth

At least the stories we still remember

 

Looking at the sad wrinkled face

Remembering the glorious young girl

We once were madly in love with

Convinced our love would last forever

 

Loudly reliving that one game

Where we won by a large margin

Commiserating all the games

We lost by a large margin

 

Comparing the others to ourselves

Are they better off or worse?

Do they look older or younger?

Realizing it doesn’t really matter

 

The alcohol taking away most of

The inhibitions, pouring out our souls

Sharing intimate unimportant details

To classmates, virtual strangers

 

Wondering why we got together

In the first place after all these years

Having not much more in common

Than a desk in the same classroom

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 3rd, 2017 03:53
  • Comment from author about the poem: Will probably have one of these next year when we are all 70 years old! Am I looking forward to it? Yes and no.
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  • Michael Edwards

    Never been to one but I can imagine the strain on trying to communicate with folk who might just as well be complete strangers. Not something I would relish and the poem sums it all up so well for me.

    • FredPeyer

      Thank you Michael. Have been to only one before, but we were a lot younger and part of it was actually fun.

    • Louis Gibbs

      To me, nothing could be more pointless than a class reunion. I echo Michael's comment. Your poem sums it up very well, Fred!

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks Louis, I think it depends a little bit on whether or not one still has some friends. Personally I am still in contact with three people through email.

      • Goldfinch60

        The class reunion is on of those things that is not on my Bucket List. Very good write Fred reminding me why it is not there.

        • FredPeyer

          Thank you Goldfinch! It's not on my list either, but if it happens it happens!

        • kevin browne

          I love reunions and it's great fun. I love your poem here Fed. great reminder we should never forget those school days friends.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks Kevin, you are right. It is fun sometimes to go down memory lane.

          • WriteBeLight

            Those are tough events. Good news and sad news. But, still something you should attend if you can, or deep down really want to. Otherwise, just blow it off. 🙂 Great idea for a poem Fred!

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks WBL, yes, they can be tough, but usually alcohol softens the edges.

              • WriteBeLight

                I agree !

              • Fay Slimm.

                I remember a class reunion in which I was hard put to tell who was who for the bald heads and wrinkles - -but it did not matter as we discussed the paths our lives had taken. Great reminder of the fun we all that memorable night. Thanks Fred.

                • FredPeyer

                  Thank you Fay for reading my scribbles. Am glad it reminded you of a memorable night.

                • P.H.Rose

                  Really good poem Fred
                  Just brilliant.....
                  I have been asked many
                  Time to attend my school
                  Reunion, but have never gone
                  Your poem reminded me why..
                  Thank you....

                  • FredPeyer

                    Thanks P.H., glad I could help clearing that up. While it can be fun, a lot is BS, grand-standing, and maybe even outright lies. Nobody want to look like a loser. There is an old joke where one class-mate who had become a drunk showed up at the 5th class reunion driving a Cadillac, wearing expensive clothes, etc., and when they asked him what happened he said: I finally returned all the empty bottles!

                  • malubotelho

                    After so long time it is odd to meet people you are not connected anymore. Nice theme writing.

                    • FredPeyer

                      Thank you Malu, yes it can be strange, it can also be fun.



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