Perhaps it was the approach of Mother's death <br />OR that I had missed the group's grand gathering for its twenty fifth <br /> For a hot date in Saudi Arabia <br />OR Donna the great object of my adolescent desires <br /> Though still buxom had added a matronly air <br />OR she had outgrown the arrogance of letter wearing sweater days <br /> When passing in vacant halls she would always acknowledge <br /> Anyone but me long before the term 'geek' was invented <br />But her glee over the coming of ice cream for dessert <br />Made me realize the vast gulf that had grown <br />Between my early lust and knowing <br />The quality of public rest rooms in Paris and in Fez.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school-reunion-of-a-sort/
