Yes, my honest and truthful friends, it does seem unbelievable that this year marks the 50th one since I graduated from high school. I know you all are reading these words with a wide-eyed face and dropped jaw, but, it is true that my youthful looks belie the fact that I did graduate in 1963. I know, I know, you refuse to accept it but I am almost 68.
Now that you've composed yourself and your heart is just starting to go back to it's normal rhythm, I again reassure you that it is true. I have a hard time accepting it, too, especially when I look in the mirror and see this gorgeous visage staring back at me with a complexion that is free from the wrinkles that other women my age have to deal with. Have you had enough? It's getting pretty deep in here, wouldn't you say?
Anyway, I had to write a poem about this (so what else is new?). I submit the following. Hope you get a kick out of it. I sure did.
by Pat (Thompson) Severin
It's just so hard to comprehend that it's been 50 years
Since graduating high school, in fact, I'm brought to tears.
It's not because of wrinkles long or lines upon my face.
It's that it's hard to grasp a time, when we felt so misplaced.
For that's the way it felt back then when freshmen we embarked...
On 'grown up school,' so serious, (t'was certainly no lark,)
Where, we were told, we would prepare for life and a career.
Were we suppose to know that stuff, when we were filled with fear?
We were the newbies, picked on, laughed at, even called some names.
Compared to upper-classman we were dirt, could make no claims.
We'd have to learn the ropes, for sure, we got what we deserved.
And special, cool, to be revered, for seniors was reserved.
But that aside we made great friends, some friends that still we have,
From Algebra, from gym class, perhaps, from science lab.
We managed to survive the likes of broken hearts, first dates,
Embarrassment, a flunking grade, the 'rules', for heaven's sake.
Yes, Lutheran High had many rules, who could forget No Dancing,
Which 'they' believed would lead to things much worse than just romancing!
For, after all, when bodies touch with stimulating music,
The thought of what would come from that, let's change the subject real quick!
We solved all that and planned the proms off-campus, not at school,
And by that means we worked around that antiquated rule.
I can't recall a person who got pregnant at the prom,
At least not on the dance floor, that would be frowned upon.
And here we are at 50 years post graduation day.
We've stood the test of time but bare the remnants of life's fray.
Now we could lie and say we look just like we looked back then,
But then there is reality, the signs of where we've been.
We're older, grayer, wiser, too, that is our hope, at least,
Although with time it's safe to say our faculties decrease.
Hope you agree the years flew by and sometimes memories fade.
It's times like these we'd best enjoy before much more decay.
I guess we are that smaller class of oldsters reminiscing,
You know, when we were young, they looked so old with classmates missing?
The ones with hair as white as snow, the dowdy and the paunchy,
The ones you'd swear, "we won't be there," you vowed that you would not be.
Oh, yes, we're there and glad to be, it means we're still around
And it's just great so many came, that some of you were found...
Despite the years, the moves, our lives that brought so many changes.
How great that we're together here, so glad you could arrange this.
And so we'll relish, once again, our friends from times now past,
Connect again, as way back when, these memories will last.