school reunion - a thing I swore I'd never attend!

I tried to write poetry that rhymes - doesn't work but it took so long I'm putting it up anyway!

 

It was our school reunion

A thing I swore I’d never attend

And I was sitting fuming

Wishing it would come to an end

But thirty years had raced past

Since I’d seen anyone in the room

Is it me or does life pass really fast?

From the crowded classroom to the tomb

There’s Billy Gillipsie, sure he was always a twat

With his constant nose picking and nasty mood

Surely his wife could have done better than that!

But she seems to be eating practically all of the food.

And everyone is asking the questions that matter

How well are you doing? How much do you earn?

How big is the house? Is there anything sadder?

It just makes my stomach quite ready to turn

I don’t care what you have, your house or your bank balance

I don’t want to know how important you are,

I stand here in quiet desperation and silence

Wondering how much of this I can continue to bear.

Then little Richie Hamilton came into the place

Wearing some torn jeans and laughing out loud

And suddenly the room had a different pace

He didn’t seem boastful and proud

He spoke of old teachers and tricks we had done

The memories came back rich and complete

 of laughter and games that we played in the sun

when we all thought we had the world at our feet

With his tales we remembered the years that had passed

The hopes the dreams, the losses the gains

The moments that mattered and it was a reunion at last

When boasting is over and friendship remains