“ What Reunions are all about ” Twas the 40th class reunion, and all thru the house, We checked in each mirror, and begged our poor spouse, To say we looked great, that our chin wasn’t double, While they lied through false teeth, Just to stay out of trouble. Though we wore bifocals, our eyes hadn’t changed, We had the same figures, just a mite rearranged. Our skin was still silky, although looser in places And we walked rather slowly, but still made all the bases. We swallowed their words, hook, sinker and line, And entered that banquet, feeling just fine. We greeted with hugs, and like most, 40 years Added grey to their hair, and width to their rears. We shared a few memories, and retold some class jokes. We were 18 in spirit, tho’ we looked like Old Folks. We talked about good times, now long gone by, When we were still students, at ole’ Westwood High. We turned hearing aids up, and dimmed down the light, Rolled back the years, And we were young for the night. Cheryl Haynes Class of 1968