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Robert Lindner
It’s Sixty Years
It’s sixty years since we
Graduated high school. It’s history,
And a present and what
Was in between. Which is but,
A shadow that will strut
Upon the stage when the sound and fury
Of Shakespeare creeps in. Then
Tomorrow and tomorrow comes again
And we can celebrate
Our very lucky fate,
Which is, reaching the date
That tells us sixty years have passed since when
We were launched and went to
Fly through the real world. Though we thought we knew
What that was. But now we
Are here and there’s sixty
Years of reality
To ponder, as the past comes into view
In the present. And we
Remember the years from 1960
To 1964.
The years that came before
They sent us out the door
With our high school graduation, sixty
Years ago. It’s Sixty
Years. A Big Event! for us. So here we
Are in celebration
Of our own creation
For our graduation.
It seems long ago. But our memory
Has bits and pieces of
The times when we were young and when love
Was an ember about
To billow and we’d shout
And sing. Though we had doubt
But hoped our lucky stars would be above
When we ventured into
Our future. It’s where we went to see who
We would be. And by now
We know more. And somehow
We’re here to take a bow.
So that’s what we’ll do. So, here is to you
And me and our future,
Which must follow time, a force of nature,
Which always must begin
Somewhere that we were in,
Where we could play and win
The game for Evanston High. We were sure
Of ourselves back then or
Were insecure, when 1964
Sent us into real time.
Sixty years later, I’m
Trying to find a rhyme
That fits my form, but brings a little more
To the grand occasion
Of sixty years since our graduation.
So, we will yell our cheers
And toast the Sixty Years
And now my ending. Here’s
To Sixty Years and our celebration.
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