Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One <br />Here it is, the year two thousand eleven <br />Thirty years, thirty years, where did it go <br />Saddened to learn a few are gone on to Heaven <br /> <br />Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One <br />My, oh my, where did the time fly <br />Wow…victories, tears, joy, and fun <br /> Being a grandparent is love not to deny <br /> <br />Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One <br />Some led the life of the moth to the flame <br />Many went on to higher knowledge <br />Knowing happiness in a life that's tame <br /> <br />Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One <br />One time Providence dealt us a course unknown <br />We handled it, conquered it, survived it <br />Now, we bask in seeing our children grown <br /> <br />Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One <br />Yes, we are middle aged and gray <br />A few aches, a few pains, but no complaints <br />It's class reunion time…oh what a great day<br /><br />Charles Hancock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heritage-hills-class-of-eighty-one/
