The Class of '65

A couple years ago I wrote this for my high school class' 45th year re-union. Since the next one will be upon us before I know it, I thought I would just share this once again. Maybe some inspiration will come before the next re-union. I hope so; it has been a long dry spell.

And here’s to us, the class of sixty-five.

We’re glad we’re here; we’re glad to be alive!
The years have gone and caught us by surprise.
Oh, looking-glass, we don’t believe our eyes!
What are those bulges in our clothes we see?
That silver in our hair, what could it be?
We’ve made it through the war of Vietnam.
It’s sad but some of us did not come home.
For most of us the sev’n’ties were so good.
We’d like to r’turn to those days if we could.
And then, the eighties, we were thirties bound,
And kids were there, seemed always were around.
And now the kids have children of their own.
And, most the time, we’re still glad they’re gone.
Although, we’ve learned, they never really leave.
Their times away bring just a short reprieve.
We’re glad to see the grandkids come to see.
We’re even gladder when they decide to leave.
For our role in life we all still search.
Our reputations we would not besmirch.
Retire or not retire bewilders us.
Will our funds hold out? Oh what a fuss!
It’s time to live our dreams before they’re gone.
We’ve worked so hard, it’s time to build thereon.
Give back to those who’ve given us so much,
But give a little for our own delights and such.
At last, give thanks that we are still alive,
For, cheers, we are the Class of Sixty-Five.