The Class of 63
We started as little ones on an adventure
Not knowing what the real world was all about
And had we’d known of all those heartaches back then
We’d stayed children on that there’s no doubt
But for some reason we wanted life to speed up
Get out into the world and spin the ball
Head toward the flashing neon’s that were calling
Cause our home town had come to a crawl
We found out, yes but way too late
That the grass wasn’t greener after all
We weren’t the center of attention we’d sought
And truly we never really stood that tall
But still our minds were always on something
Something we never grabbed hold of and kept
That’s why some made an early exit
As we walked them to their graves and wept
That was way back yonder behind those sunsets
And across many waters that have sped by
And life now laughs at our miseries
And giggles at every time we were shy
We’ve lost a good number of our followers
As the sunsets have mounted up in our lives
And each anniversary of our graduation
We look around to see how many now survives
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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