High School Reunion

Got the letter in the mail, Highschool 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 and girls with long hair, Dresses on prom night with the shoulders bare, Young fellows in blue tuxes 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 bing eaters. Stealing cigarettes from mom, grounded on the big weekend Vietnam and burn your bra, Bettlemania, me strumming my guitar. 156? and just a few friends. Where were they all now, where had they all been. 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!!