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
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- 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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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.
Thank you Michael. Have been to only one before, but we were a lot younger and part of it was actually fun.
To me, nothing could be more pointless than a class reunion. I echo Michael's comment. Your poem sums it up very well, Fred!
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.
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.
Thank you Goldfinch! It's not on my list either, but if it happens it happens!
I love reunions and it's great fun. I love your poem here Fed. great reminder we should never forget those school days friends.
Thanks Kevin, you are right. It is fun sometimes to go down memory lane.
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!
Thanks WBL, yes, they can be tough, but usually alcohol softens the edges.
I agree !
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.
Thank you Fay for reading my scribbles. Am glad it reminded you of a memorable night.
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....
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!
After so long time it is odd to meet people you are not connected anymore. Nice theme writing.
Thank you Malu, yes it can be strange, it can also be fun.
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