Some cruised the lake fishing, bought a cruiser or went on a cruise; some paused to enjoy the moment; most of us never made the news.
Some were the toast of the town. Some had a beer or sipped champagne, or drank a toast when New Year's came. Some just drank to dull the pain.
Everybody collected things: memories, degrees, antiques; husbands, children, wives; teapots, trophies, matchbook covers; the things that shaped our lives.
After years of constant struggle, savor the feeling of a job well done. Some have crossed to the other side; just count the ones who've gone.
Some of us made music, most just listened from our seat. Some dance when nobody's looking, to a different drummer's beat.
I spent much time with yearbooks, enlarging pictures near life size. Every boy was handsome, every girl beautiful, when I looked into your eyes.
Truth is, about most of you so little did I know; I know you better now than I did fifty years ago.
I look forward to the opportunity to tell you in person how much you mean to me.
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