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Class Reunion

July 22, 2018 by Betty Hayes Albright

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This world has changed

since you and I

allowed the years

to wrinkle by

.

without a pause

we didn’t notice

the quiet closing

of the lotus.

.

Now we fail

to recognize

the crinkles ‘round

each other’s eyes

.

when one says no,

the other yes —

a corner turned

yet I confess

.

that deep inside

I’ll ne’er forget

your Romeo

to my Juliet.

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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright

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Posted in Poetry 2010 - present | Tagged aging, change, Love, memories, nostalgia, passion, poem, Poetry, reunion, youth | 45 Comments

45 Responses

on July 22, 2018 at 2:09 pm | Reply willowdot21

That is soo cute 💜🙃

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- on July 22, 2018 at 3:43 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thanks, Willow –
  just something light
  that came to me
  late one night. 😄❤️
  
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on July 22, 2018 at 2:41 pm | Reply Francina

Delightful poem, Betty , with a soft melancholy touch. 🙂

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- on July 22, 2018 at 3:45 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you very much, Francina. Yes, a little wistfulness… 😊
  
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on July 22, 2018 at 4:10 pm | Reply Sharon Bonin-Pratt

Touches a lot of memories, makes me wistful. “The quiet closing of the lotus” leaving behind its pod, a reminder of the petals that once bloomed around it.

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- on July 22, 2018 at 10:20 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  It seems good memories and wistfulness go hand in hand…. thanks for relating to this one, Sharon. ❤️🥀
  
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on July 22, 2018 at 4:59 pm | Reply trE

Oh, how sweet this is.

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- on July 22, 2018 at 10:20 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, trE! 😊
  
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  - on July 23, 2018 at 2:46 am | Reply trE
    
    You’re very welcome.
    
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on July 22, 2018 at 5:13 pm | Reply Cynthia Reyes

Lovely. It has a spirit of memory and wistfulness.

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- on July 22, 2018 at 10:21 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Cynthia – it’s always good to hear from you. 🙂
  
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on July 22, 2018 at 5:19 pm | Reply Baydreamer

Beautiful words of nostalgia and love, Betty. Takes me back to our olden days, and I love “allow the years to wrinkle by.” 🙂 Hugs, my friend 💕💕💕

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- on July 22, 2018 at 10:25 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  So glad you liked this, Lauren. Hugs back to you 💞💕🙂
  
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on July 23, 2018 at 4:22 am | Reply The Cheesesellers Wife

Oh, this is wonderful…..

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- on July 23, 2018 at 10:57 am | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Kim!
  
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on July 23, 2018 at 6:35 am | Reply Ben Naga

Nor will you, Betty.

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- on July 23, 2018 at 11:03 am | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  I’m sometimes nostalgic…. 😊
  
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  - on July 23, 2018 at 11:18 am | Reply Ben Naga
    
    Yes, yes, yes. Nostalgia has its place.
    
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    - on July 23, 2018 at 12:03 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
      
      Yes….it leads to reflection which most often leads to poetry. Though not good to get stuck there.
      
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      - on July 24, 2018 at 4:27 am | Reply Ben Naga
        
        Absolutely! 🙂
        
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on July 23, 2018 at 7:24 am | Reply slpmartin

The years move by so very quickly indeed even when surrounded by love.

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- on July 23, 2018 at 11:04 am | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  So very true, Charlie….
  
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on July 24, 2018 at 6:11 am | Reply OwnShadow

Beautifully judged. Love that wrinkles in time line!

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- on July 24, 2018 at 3:56 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you! I always appreciate your comments. 🙂
  
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on July 24, 2018 at 9:25 pm | Reply gillena

Absolutely enchanting Betty. the way time slips by in your poem, still there is much to hold by way of nostalgia

much love…

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- on August 1, 2018 at 10:06 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Gillena! ❤️ I appreciate your visit here.
  
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on July 25, 2018 at 6:40 pm | Reply balroop2013

Love that metaphor Betty…”years to wrinkle by”…wrinkles smile through the mirror of time when the memories match our expectations. Such a love that comes through your lines never withers despite disagreements.
Beautiful poetry! I am so happy to connect with you.

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- on July 25, 2018 at 6:46 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you so much, Balroop! I’m glad to connect with you also. 🙂 Looking forward to reading more of your lovely poetry. 🌼
  
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on July 27, 2018 at 2:39 pm | Reply tref

Very beautiful.

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- on July 27, 2018 at 6:19 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you very much! 🙂
  
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on July 29, 2018 at 9:24 am | Reply Val

Oh, underneath it all, the lovers remain. Lovely poem.

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- on July 29, 2018 at 6:28 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, Val. You’re right….the lovers remain. 🙂
  
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on July 29, 2018 at 6:41 pm | Reply memadtwo

This made me smile. Some people just get stuck in time…and that’s the right place for them to be! (K)

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- on July 29, 2018 at 8:06 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Yes, hadn’t thought of it that way. For some, it IS the right place to be. 😊 Thank you, Kerfe.
  
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on July 30, 2018 at 6:54 pm | Reply Geneviève

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- on July 30, 2018 at 7:17 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, perfect song!
  
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on July 31, 2018 at 1:36 pm | Reply notsomoderngirl

Beautiful poetry ❤

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- on July 31, 2018 at 1:41 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you, I appreciate your comment! 😊
  
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on August 2, 2018 at 9:33 am | Reply SAHANA NARENDRAN

Its interesting how I put down my pencil, having traced out a few words about this very same scenario.
In my words-
‘We used to share one universe. But now I don’t understand the planets you live in with suns I’ve never seen.’
I find resonance in your words ❤

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- on August 2, 2018 at 2:41 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  I find resonance in your words as well, Sahana. Interesting, the synchronicity – I always love when that happens. 🙂
  
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  - on August 2, 2018 at 8:49 pm | Reply SAHANA NARENDRAN
    
    Like Paulo Coelho says in his ‘Zahir’, that’s part of being a writer I guess – to find that our soul isn’t alone
    
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on August 4, 2018 at 12:29 am | Reply Rob McShane

Awesome poem, Betty. “Years to wrinkle by…” – beauts!

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- on August 4, 2018 at 4:17 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Thank you most kindly, Rob. ☺️
  
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on August 29, 2018 at 10:27 am | Reply zumpoems

Love often ages much better than our bodies….

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- on August 29, 2018 at 8:02 pm | Reply Betty Hayes Albright
  
  Alas, tis true. Or maybe that’s a good thing. 🙂
  
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