Classmates

CLASSMATES/ WHAT HAS BECOME OF THEM? Classmates What has become of them? I click and try to find out Sometimes I see the image of a pudgy aged face And there is an instant sadness At one in my mind still As I knew them in their youth- Sometimes I learn a story Most often with the usual litany of ailments and deaths However proud in achievement at certain moment The sadness of life gone Of youth which we all had And did not know how to keep The sadness that it has gone by for all of us- I click and wonder and am a bit guilty At my own small spying- I know about them Do they care enough to see my aged face again? Are they sad too knowing how older and fuller and greyer and whiter I look?