The High School Class Reunion

By New Mexico Cowboy Poet, Ray Owens

July 27, 1994

 

It was in the third week of July,

(the hot time of the year),

When they began to gather,

From places far and near

For their high school class reunion,

comin’ back so they could see

Their friends from schooldays long gone by,

an’ how things used to be.

 

Some drove around their old home town

to see how things had changed

A handful sat and bragged

About how far and wide they’d ranged

Quite a few attacked the golf course,

And they swore that it was fun!

As they trudged in hot and sweaty,

rosy pink from too much sun.

 

Dressed ev’ry way you could imagine,

From real fancy to just plain

All were greetin and a-huggin’,

And some weren’t feelin’ any pain

“How’s your fam’ly?”, “Here’s my grandkids!”,

“Is that old coot still alive?”

Was buzzin thru the room

Like swarmin’ bees outside their hive.

 

They gathered into groups

of three or four to eight or ten

Talkin’ ninety miles an hour

‘bout what they’d done and where they’d been

Then they’d go to reminiscin’

And some would cry real tears

When they learned someone was missin’

Who’d been there in other years.

They noted how some looked so diff’rent

And how some had barely changed

And how there were sev’ral bodies

Father Time had rearranged

How their hair had changed in color;

In some cases disappeared,

And some suggested one or two

Was actin’ downright weird.

 

Well, that’s how thing unfolded

for most of two whole days and nights

and exceptin’ for the steaks,

most thought the banquet was all right

It ended with a dance

Enjoyed by everyone who came

Tho’ some hadn’t danced in forty years

Just one or two went lame.

 

Yessir, forty years had gone by,

Plus a little more for some

Since their high school graduation,

but no one there was glum

Fact is, we all decided,

By a vote unanimous

To meet again in forty years,

the whole dang bunch of us!

 

Like all the rest, I voted “AYE!”

And never had no fears

That I just might not be around

In another forty years

‘Cause accordin’ to mathmatics,

when it rolls ‘round to that date,

My age will be a few days less

Than two plus ninety-eight!