My Old Schoolmate

A friend from overseas, one who was half forgotten, came for a visit just today, to reminisce and see koalas. I had occasion to observe him freshening and take a shave in front of our steamed up mirror, and he remarked that olden times remember when we used to, well. He started yapping as he used to just over 50 years ago at home. Yes I remembered well our pranks, the turds we laid in school loudspeaker, the powdered Glauber Salt for tea that made the teachers run at last. The hazy, though acute reflection had given me some food for thought but when we sat with our friend Jack and sipped the memories back down it did occur to me that he, in truth, had aged so much that it was doubtful he was the friend I'd left behind. So, c'est la vie I mumbled loudly, creation knows no decency. Next morning when he shaved again I peeked in quickly, did confirm and my elation made me glow how lucky can a person get? Then I was beeped and had to go he said 'you put on some condition', patting my belly, then he added 'well face it, we're old geezers now'. I have a beard and never shave and therefore have no need to look into a steamed up lying mirror and, well I do recall the days, when that old geezer was still young, he always did exaggerate.