Robert Walker Poet Narrative

Heres To the Class of 84

When we start to think about high school 
We think about way way  back then 
Where all of us knew each other 
 But only a handful of us were friends
I remember your faces way back then  when we use to pass in the hall 
Who’d ever thought the time would come again where I would see you all
Now that the jerri curl has been replaced by the balding and the grey
We cant help but remenisis about the fun we had back in the day 
The funny way we looked and the funny way we dressed 
And all the great things we did together back at old C.H.S.
The old teachers that we hated ,the old friends that we dated 
The lunch that was so bad those exams that mad us so mad 
That old school tiger pride which was lead by mike and clyde
And even all the mess that we stirred up at recess……
Now those are the days that I remember best
As I look out today at all of you where all my joys has been entrusted 
And still I cant help but to remember the one that are no longer with us
Just to think how we were we had such a communion 
And  a lot of us would not have seen one another again if not for this reunion
We were the elite we were supreme we were  rebels without a pause 
We were  the young and the extreme that use to run these halls 
but look like time crept in and took a toll of us all
It’s been thirty years believe it only heaven knows if we’d see thirty more 
So as  we reunite today to once again  I raise my glass to the class of 84

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