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High-School Reunion ...
To face old truths I could never face, To wander hallways from my past, To feel, once again, so out of place, It seems the years have flown so fast. Remembering every face and name Twenty-five years, from then ‘til now Older and wiser, yet still the same It all comes rushing back somehow. The bully, the jock, the science nerd - Once enemies, now each a friend. Who could have guessed – it’s just too absurd And more than I can comprehend. Forgotten fears and remembered joys From passing grades to teen-aged dreams Whispers in class and pep rally noise Each day was full of such extremes. But, we’ve grown up and those days are gone, Memories echo in my mind. Although each of us has now moved on, A part of us is left behind. (--written in abab, 9-8-9-8 format)
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