When we left school
We never turned back
Eager for what future had in store.
Some scaled great heights
Some just scraped by
But all continued
With barely a backward glance.
We had milestones to reach
And miles to walk
So we all marched on in a hurry
With some we still had contacts
With others a passing hi
But at that time it did not matter.
What mattered was the life ahead.
Now a pattern established
Kids ready to fly the coop
We clutched at the straws offered
To go back and visit
The memories we had,
And remove cobwebs,
To renew old tied anew.
How happy we were to discover old mates,
Never mind that in school
Never a word was exchanged.
It was enough that we were once in the same school.
We gush and exclaim
We laugh and praise
Happy to be connected
Forgetting that with whom we engage
Did not exist for us then.
That we hardly exchanged a hello
Or that there was a sector divide
Or that he was brilliant and she a failure
What matters is now and how!
But have you ever thought, its easy to connect
When you edge in a word or sentence sideways
When everyone speaks a multitude of tongues
It is so easy to be a part of the game.
But what if when we finally meet
And have nothing to say beyond a hi, hello?
What if old prejudices
Raise their head
And show us as hollow?
What if when we meet
This connect that we feel
Is missing from the word go?
What if I call and no one comes
Will I be able to bear that sorrow?
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