The School Reunion
- By Verica Peacock
- Published 01/18/2008
- Poetry and Short Stories
The School Reunion
An empty table:
the debris of a school reunion –
liquid rubies glistening
in half empty glasses.
It was a good evening,
the first time we’d met
Since we left so long ago.
Much has changed in our lives,
yet nothing has altered.
Fatty Simon is still fat and bossy,
Romeo Brown still pursues
All blondes in skirts.
I marvel at the stamina
And capacity of old Brian
To sink his drinks
whilst I, sipping spring water,
still remain colourless,
Aimlessly pursuing hopeless dreams.
© Verica Peacock
That was very affecting. And of course, honest. Gave me a jolt.