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I went to my high school reunion: I wasn't sure what to expect. Would those we once held so high Retain our aged respect? All high school cliques had disappeared; our hearts included all. We understood, as our days grew short, our differences grew small. The grey in our hair and slowness of step, were the trophies of our days: The wars we fought, the triumphs we shared, the loves lost while finding our ways. The ups and downs and sideways of life had been etched upon every face. The joys and laughter and sadness had given each an uncommon grace. The reunion was nice, but I had learned you really can't go home again We were no longer those high school mates Waiting for sixth period to end. Friends remain pearls, diamonds the tears but it's strangers we've become. Like faded photographs in a dusty box, reminders that once we were young.

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Date: 2/17/2021 1:49:00 PM
you've described this very well, ann, and your last two verses sum it all up quite brilliantly...
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Ann Peck
Date: 2/19/2021 8:25:00 AM
Thanks for commenting, Ilene. Isn't that the truth! We thought we'd always care about each other, but forgetting comes too easily.
Date: 2/17/2021 10:40:00 AM
I have never attended one, but my daughter shares your perspective! Aloha! Rico
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Ann Peck
Date: 2/19/2021 8:26:00 AM
Aloha, Rico! Yes, sad but true.