Yes, it’s true.
We graduated from high school in 1972.
Since then, 50 years have passed.
We survived and reunited for a blast.
Over time we’ve gotten older, a privilege denied so many.
But it’s not taken for granted. We’re thankful for years aplenty.
We’ve aged like fine wine
And have gotten better over time.
We’ve dealt with sickness, sadness, and have laid loved ones to rest.
Yet, we still stand and have passed the test.
We’ve run households, held careers, even started businesses of our own.
Each one of us has recognized that no man stands alone.
Our souls have garnered courage and strength to let friendship set the tone,
And let the relationships we have built be our capstone.
We bear the scars of our battles, but the war has been won.
We take this time to celebrate and have a little fun.
We see wrinkles, grey hair, and perhaps a few extra pounds,
But all things have worked together that we might abound
In love, joy, and peace.
May the multitude of our good deeds toward others increase.
We leave our golden celebration to march on with humility and grace
As we remember the smiles that we saw on everyone’s face.
This blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.
Wednesday, August 24, 2022
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