The years trickle by like an old cliché <br />Minutes turn to hours… then days <br />Passing through the hourglass of time, <br />as bones stiffen and hair turns to gray <br /> <br />Every five years the call beckons to all <br />Come to the class reunion… you won't be bored <br />Grains of sand are gathering one by one… <br />Returning from journeys with memories stored <br /> <br />Time passed so quickly… in our seventies now <br />Looking back at our youth with a broad smile <br />Suddenly feeling the years vanish into the air <br />Recalling the days when we were eager and wild<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/classmates-class-of-58/
