Schoolmates
Schoolmates
By Franklin Price
8/16/2016
Most schoolmates now are seventy
If not a little more
Have done a lot since high school
Long ago in sixty-four
Don't move as quickly or think as fast
As we did back in the day
Hope the paths we took to get here
Gave happiness along the way
Directions taken numerous
As many as our class
We've left our fingerprints on time
And still have some to pass
Some have left; are early gone
Our memories see their faces
Thoughts still linger of them
And how they ran their races
Be grateful as you read this
That you have more race to run
It's time to slow the tempo
And concentrate on having fun
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