HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
I got the letter in the mail, High School reunion, will you be there? I thought and talked to myself, if I went who would care? Memories of that old school, Algebra, Spanish, teachers I could never fool. Boys with pimples, girls with long hair; dresses on prom night with just the shoulders bare; young fellows in blue tuxs trying to be men. I wondered (chuckled)had their long hair come to an end? Football games and snobby cheerleaders, now with kids and probably secret binge eaters. Vietnam and burn your bra; Beetlemania, me strumming my guitar. Stealing cigarettes from mom, grounded on the big weekend. Where were they all now? Where had they all been? 1969, and just a few good friends. That was all gone, it came to an end. I put the paper in the shredder. I didn’t need them then, and I don’t need them now.
p.s .I wonder where those old bell bottoms are, oh, well
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