Following is a poem penned by Barbara Hale Fife after the 30-year reunion in 1995 that you might like.

                         Reunion Wrap
 
                                   There are so many faces, but so few names
                                   Oh, man, I'm definitely not good at this game
                                   Pour me another confidence on the rocks
                                   It's been too long since I've been 'round this block
 
                                   Is that bald guy my old boyfriend or just someone's spouse
                                   Damn it, I left my glasses back at the house
                                   Maybe he can't see either, and my wrinkles won't show
                                   Perhaps he won't notice my sudden mid-life glow
 
                                   Weight lost in high school has now all been found
                                   It has all been returned-just look around
                                   And while you are gazing, check out the glare
                                   For what is not gray, just is not there
 
                                   Who's that over there-an old teacher or what
                                   I don't believe it!  That's old what's-his-butt
                                   Can you imagine, who would have thunk
                                   That thirty years later he's still the class drunk
 
                                   Tonight we're not judged by the passes we threw
                                   Not by our grades, but by the the size of our crew
                                   Who's been married longest, who took a new route
                                   Who was in your dreams, but never asked you out
 
                                   Oh, no, it's twenty questions, or is it charades
                                   Shall I abbreviate or embellish the stories I trade
                                   I must appear attractive, successful, and bright
                                   Dear God, please let it be, if just for tonight
 
                                   After all, this image must ultimately last
                                   At least ten years and glow more than my past
                                   Some are still trying to just live theirs down
                                   Others less gutty didn't come back to town
 
                                   But, we brave souls look pretty good, all around
                                   And low and behold testosterone still abounds
                                   It courses through veins like stallions through the gates
                                   And wild fantasies fly like Hollywood's bait
 
                                   Re-channel that energy, everyone twist and shout
                                   Let's get crazy again and let it all hang out
                                   After all, we're wealthier and wiser than then
                                   Do we really wish we were eighteen again
 
                                   So just for tonight, we turn back the clock
                                   Catch up on old friendships, size up, and take stock
                                   Of how well we've outfoxed old Father Time
                                   Yes, we're hearty, mellow, and aged like fine wine
 
                                   So, raise your glass in a toast to the class of '65
                                   Let the good times roll and forever survive
                                   Here's to good memories, good friends, and good times
                                   May they only improve like the fruit of the vine