Tom writes... "I regard this cohort of my peers as living parallel lives - those lives that perhaps I could have led, had I chosen differently (and had more talent).
I have composed a rhyme on the subject of reunions, which is attached.
Old Boys’ Reunion
I’d finished school
at seventeen
When most of life was still unseen
I hardly knew my peers for I
Could barely look them in the eye.
Reunion after many years
Still generated hopes and fears
Could I now find a friendly glow
That wasn’t present years ago?
If in six years of high school then
We could not manage to be friends
What chance was there that now we’d find
Some intimacy that would bind?
But now at least I’d tasted life
Through work and study, kids and wife.
I’d learned to look men in the eye
And stepping forth, I could say “Hi”.
Thomas
Jones 14/9/13
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