Classmates and Fates
I am going to a class reunion soon
This poem is about class reunions.
The first one, which everyone expects to be fun ones,
Often will come across as being dum-ones,
When some try too hard to impress.
The second one is sometimes sparsely attended,
’Cause of how the last one ended,
When many used pills for impressions intended
While showing off thrills and frills.
The rest of the reunions come easier.
Many feel accepted instead of sleazier,
After letting years go by being lazier,
’Cause mates don’t care what you’ve done.
Being accepted for what we’ve become,
Whether it’s with money or being a bum
When going to the bar for some rum
Can be comfortable and not so dramatic.
At the first few reunions we drank a lot -
Not wanting to act like a great big snot,
Making it easier for bad memories to blot,
And to feel more comfortable with those around you.
