Fifty Year Class Reunion
By Larry R Linville

The old school looks so different
and yet so much the same.
The faces are much older
and hard to match with a name.
As hand shakes and hugs are given
there emerges something from the past
intermingled with lost memories
of those in that special cast
who were in the drama of early life
with whom you walked across the stage
being freed from the forgotten lines
that were once held captive in a cage.
Things that were done years ago
are transformed to present tense
swinging wide the great big gate
allowing you inside the fence.
Inside that fence you’re allowed to graze
on the grassy fields of memories
fertilized by the passing time
as thankfully you go to your knees.