The Class of 1956

Some promptly left and didn't return, Some chose to stay with concern showing. For a finer life perhaps the first did yearn, All building lives as families were growing. While additional left and later moved back, Renewing friendships, letting memories churn. Having tasted life the other side of the track, Sporadically, for School Reunions, others return. We've now grown older and some have passed, We now have fewer possessive things to crave. Our hair is graying and our eyes are glassed, As our steps grow slower this side of the grave. But we've lived life by no means just half way, Wherever we've been we remained in God's sight. For without His grace what would we be today, Just old Haskell Haymakers but still in the fight.