At the High School Reunion
by Wilda Morris
I used to be your brown-eyed girl
but now those days are gone.
I donít remember why you left
or what happened to our song.
When we were young, we didnít know
what life still had in store.
We ran and laughed in rain and fog
and kissed behind the door.
My hair is gray and yours is gone
and memories grow weak
but pull the curtain back a bit
and take a little peek.
Youíll see us there when days were bright,
unwrinkled and unwise,
and wonder why we parted then
and said those last good-byes.