HIGH SCHOOL REUNION
A high school reunion?
Those words strike some fear
The last thing on earth
I needed to hear.
I took out my yearbook
To see some old pics
Then saw my own photo
And felt a bit sick.
The eyes looked the same
But that’s about all
The hair was so shiny
And I looked very tall.
I looked in the mirror
And winced just a bit
At the face staring at me–
I needed to sit.
My eyes moved on down
To my body once firm
Looked over my walker
And took a slow turn.
Compression socks ruined
My athletic physique
And my ortho-like shoes
Not like my cool sneaks.
And what would I wear?
My closet sat bleakly
My hernia prevented
Pants closing completely.
A long flowing skirt
With an elastic-type top?
A tunic to hide
All the things that might drop?
I thought about passing
And delete the whole page
But then I remembered
We’d all be the same age!
Judith Foley
