A trip back through time, a recall of days past
Faces aging; more beautiful than in our youth
Faces aging; more beautiful than in our youth
Memories of moments steal back to my mind
Plastics class and parties
Laughter so detectable and familiar
in my ears again
Like an old song you know all the words to
Aging faces, smiles the same
Connection still there
as if we never missed a beat
The class of 79 is indeed fine
and alive and well
Memories resurrected..new ones birthed.. on this night of the dead
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