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Classmates

tonight we gather

to mark a

commencement day

 

four decades on

from a late June

afternoon

 

exchanging

embraces and

bon voyage wishes

 

departing a grand

chandeliered Rivoli

embarcadero

 

bound

to glorious

destinations

 

our bold sails

welling with

youthful

exuberance

in pursuit of

dreams

and intrepid

endeavors

 

our life

journeys

are blessed

with rich

abundance,

the grace of

challenge and

the gift of days

 

this evening

as we reconnect

to share the joys

and wisdom gleaned

from well lived lives

we will also celebrate

in multicolored splendor

the lives of classmates

who have commenced

journeys to other

destinations

 

though their

earthly sojourn

is complete

passed friends

remain alive

in our memory

 

surely the spirits

of the beloved

will walk this

room tonight

 

forever young

their quiet presence

will gently touch

tender hearts

 

they’ll appear

as they once looked

on their finest day

 

and as we relive

the bits of our lives

we shared with

one another

 

we may feel

the grasp of a

warm hand

as we once did

during that

snowy evening

west end walk

 

we’ll dance with them again

around Tamblyn Field bonfires

gyrating in a shared

ecstatic ebullience

 

we’ll applaud most likely

to succeed lives

most beautiful smiles

and crack up

to the hilarity of

class clown jokes

 

we’ll taste the kiss

of an after dark

Lincoln Park

rendezvous

 

groove to the

rock steady

beat of a

bad company tune  

 

we’ll submerge again

in a Yellow Submarine

to embark on an epic

Greenwich Village

journey

 

we’ll roll down

the shore on old

Thunder Road

windows open

hair blowin

radio blastin

 

we’ll taste the sweet sip

of Cherry Cokes

and Root Beer floats

at Roadrunners

 

chasing lost love salty tears

spilled over ***** upperclass home boys

and the soft blush sentiment of a

first French kiss

 

wouldn't it be nice

to swoon to the

fantasy and

winsome yearnings

of favorite

summer songs

 

filling our head’s

with mind

blowing collages

starring

team mates

drama club

second takes

heady chess club

checkmates

 

we’ll marvel at the disruption of

premillennial breakthrough science projects

created by pocket protected slide ruling

entrepreneurial math wizards

 

we'll recall droll gossip

by drab hall lockers

dim gym showers

awkward dances

Yippie people power

 

patriotic assemblies

cool sharp dressers

right on brother

Que Pasa lil sista

 

rock and roll album covers

Simon and Garfunkel poetics

Go Go Boots kickin

FM radio psychedelics

 

Midnight Confessions

emphatically blared

from the cafeteria jukebox

Civil Rights, Earth Day

and righteous

anti war activism

 

tribes of hoods, Ra’s,

jocks, artistes and tie dye hippies

everything is groovy

lets get a sandwich at Ernie’s

 

first carnal explorations

Moody Blue Tuesday trysts

man could she speak German

boy do I dig her dress

 

we did hard time together

at split session detention centers

ate chocolate chip cookies

cracked up to Mr. Thomas’s

Ides of March tragedy

 

took first tokes and

sips of Boones Farm

we partied hard

and did no harm

 

admired academic brainiacs

and the civic commitment

of student govie reps

shut down the gubmint

was never a threat 

 

basketball rumbles

Bulldog football

**** Ludwig soccer teams

nimble cheerleaders

 

leggy majorettes

kick *** marching band fanfares

compelling masquer presentments

Park Avenue wayfarers

 

they were

crew mates

on The Soul Boat

rode shotgun

to Midnight Rambler

Doobie Concerts

 

cruised hard in

the Root Hog

Rat Raced Louie

in tiny white Pintos

 

we booked

many a mile

with our lost

friends

 

on the road to

this evening

 

authoring

volumes of

fabled odysseys

and fantastic

recollections

their stories

are our stories

telling our stories

keeps them alive

 

some may say

gone too soon

but the measure of

a well lived life

is not counted

in days, nor

accomplishments

 

but how one has loved

and how much one was loved

 

quietly there

always with us

forever to be

a wholesome

part of us

 

as the brothers

from Cooley High

would say

 

lets tip a sip

for the brothers

and sisters who

ain’t here….

 

God bless

Godspeed

enjoy the evening

vaya con dios mis amigos

 

Music Selection:

Pat Metheny

Mas Alla

 

 

RHS 74

Class Reunion

Elks Club

Rutherford

11/29/14

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