Classmates and Fates (I Am Going to a Class Reunion Soon)

Photo by Kelsey Chance 

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.

The crazy things we used to do,

Are talked about with many or few, 

Even though those times we should eschew,

Instead of reminiscing with pals and classmates.

But aside from what was done,

During those years of having fun, 

Did those years show off what was won,

When being irresponsible and carefree?

The Cadillac, or the Beemer,

All the material things of a dreamer,

Can’t cover up the old misdemeanors,

When young and innocent.

Photo by Beth Jnr

We all know very well,

We were havin’ fun when raisin’ hell.

Even a few ended up in jail,

But we did things ‘cause we were young and stupid.

And so, when going to meet old friends,

At one of those class reunion trends,

Remember that you don’t need to make amends,

Just be yourself, laugh, and listen.

For it won’t be long

When there’ll be a song

Sung while ringing bells and gongs,

Then a mound of earth is thrown down.

Time and friends are precious,

Refrain from being jealous,

Appreciate both by being zealous,

With fun and love and Being.