OT-Just something simple to read and to acknowledges that it is the truth!

[JIPJOBXX]

The 60th School Reunion

Every ten years, as summertime nears,

An announcement arrives in the mail,

A reunion is planned; it'll be really grand;

Make plans to attend without fail.

I'll never forget the first time we met;

We tried so hard to impress.

We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars,

And wore our most elegant dress.

It was quite an affair; the whole class was there.

It was held at a fancy hotel.

We wined, and we dined, and we acted refined,

And everyone thought it was swell.

The men all conversed about who had been first

To achieve great fortune and fame.

Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses

And how beautiful their children became.

The 30-Year Reunion:

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean,

Now weighed in at one-ninety-six.

The jocks who were there had all lost their hair,

And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks.

No one had heard about the class nerd

Who'd guided a spacecraft to the moon;

Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain;

She married a shipping tycoon.

The boy we'd decreed 'most apt to succeed'

Was serving ten years in the pen,

While the one voted 'least' now was a priest;

Just shows you can be wrong now and then.

They awarded a prize to one of the guys

Who seemed to have aged the least.

Another was given to the grad who had driven

The farthest to attend the feast.

They took a class picture, a curious mixture

Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties.

Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini;

You never saw so many thighs.

At our next get-together, no one cared whether

They impressed their classmates or not.

The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal;

By this time we'd all gone to pot.

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores;

We ate hamburgers, coleslaw, and beans.

Then most of us lay around in the shade,

In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans.

By the fiftieth year, it was abundantly clear,

We were definitely over the hill.

Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed,

And be home in time for their pill.

And now I can't wait; they've set the date;

Our sixtieth is coming, I'm told.

It should be a ball, they've rented a hall

At the Shady Rest Home for the old.

Repairs have been made on my hearing aid;

My pacemaker's been turned up on high.

My wheelchair is oiled, and my teeth have been boiled;

And I've bought a new wig and glass eye.

I'm feeling quite hearty, and I'm ready to party

I'm gonna dance 'til dawn's early light.

It'll be lots of fun; but I just hope that there's one

Other person who can make it that night.

[Plymouthy Adams]

I'm sorry but I have to admit I was about 2/3 of the way through before I realzied you were not speaking of yourself..or are you??

[randroid]

JIPJOBXX,

The imagery conjured is right on the mark, at least in my perspective. I liked it.

-Randy

[JIPJOBXX]

Well in not to far oft I will be at the end

[Greenbomb]

Now, that there's funny! It would be even funnier (or at least less sad) if it wasn't so true!

[JIPJOBXX]

I wore this outfit to my 50th highschool reunion and got alot of comments

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Big daddy bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Edited October 12, 2011 by JIPJOBXX

[randroid]

Jon,

In the photo, over your right shoulder, are a couple of crypts. Are they the Homecoming King & Queen?

I won't ask about the rabbit's foot.

My Lady Wife Lynn works in home health care and she liked the poem so much she printed several copies for some of her clients. Thanks for the post!

-Randy

[T120]

Jon,

In the photo, over your right shoulder, are a couple of crypts. Are they the Homecoming King & Queen?

I won't ask about the rabbit's foot.

-Randy

...I believe it has something to do with getting lucky

[JIPJOBXX]

Interesting that you would notice those pillers. The home my dad bought in 1942 is still in the family. The picuture attached is of my old house in Menlo and the house next door was built by the same owner. The guys name was Honest John McBain and he was the county assesor in 1898! My dad bought our old Menlo house for 5,000 dollars and well now it worth let say alot more. I hated it when I was growing up but now it just a cool old big house.

http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/1942dodge/Menlo%20home/DSC02723.jpg

Edited October 14, 2011 by JIPJOBXX

[Tom Skinner]

Jon,

Great Poem! It sure seems like it is true - at least so far.

I'm approaching the 40th level of Hamburgers, beans, and laying in the Shade.

That sure is a nice house you grew up in. What is growing out front between the sidewalk and road? Rosemary? Well anyway thanks for sharing.

Tom