Class Reunion
I’m preparing to go to my class reunion;
my first, in nearly sixty years;
my physical body is in revolution;
sometimes; flooded with tears.
Seems that it’s more than a lifetime ago;
my thoughts are both happy and sad;
I’ve learned so much; I needed to grow;
some of it, good; and some bad.
Many are those, who recall only the good;
but, my mind has a critical nature;
most of us, sometimes, are misunderstood;
and love becomes nomenclature.
Love is love; it’s not meant to be changed;
tho sometimes we’re far apart;
distance can’t cause, we become estranged;
for, each of us shares the same heart.
We, as a class, are a segment of society;
each of us different; yet the same;
a symbolic portrait of creation’s variety;
all brought together in God’s name.
Much more than a lifetime, I’ve been away;
making both enemies; and friends;
it seems appropriate I return on this day;
before my life’s journey ends.
I have very little wisdom; before you, to share;
I am just an old man; now living alone;
I have learned forgiveness; and how to care;
and today is a day to come home.
Monty 5/23/23. # 1,593