In Celebration of MHS Class of 1958

In Celebration of MHS Class of 1958

A Tribute and Celebration

We were the class of 1958, members of the Greatest Generation as well as children of the Greatest Generation. Born in 1940, we are also called members of the Traditional Generation.

Our childhood, post World War II, "was the best of times . . . it was the age of wisdom . . . it was the epoch of belief . . .it was the season of Light . . . it was the spring of hope . . . we had everything before us . . .we were all going direct to Heaven . . . ." (A Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens.) At least, that's the way I felt about it. We were truly blessed.

- Ouida Tomlinson -

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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The clock's messed up and time does fly

It's hard to believe that it has been fifty years since we were all a bunch of kids getting ready to graduate and leave high school behind. At the time it seemed we would never grow up and get on with our lives as adults but now it is just a blur that has passed so quickly I don't know where it all went. After our forty fifth reunion I wrote this poem about how I felt after seeing some of the people I went to school and grew up with and particularly the ones that were not able to be there since they had passed away. The number of people in the list schocked me and now after five more years, it has grown even more. I wrote this and posted it on the Meridian High alumni message board that has links to several of the classes and a message board where any alumni can post and keep up with what is going on with other alumni from many different years. I spend a little time trying to be the administrator for this site. http://meridianhighalumni.org/
Any way, this is now five years old and all the times need to be updated. The last five have gone even faster than the ones before.

Somebody's been messin with the clock

Hey look at me
I'm only three
Someday I'll grow
It seems so slow
There must be something wrong
Why does it take so long?

Somebody's been messin with the clock

Hey I'm finally six
I'm learning tricks
I'm now in school
It's really cool
I'm beginning to grow
But its still slow
There must be something wrong
Why does it take so long?

Somebody's been messin with the clock

Hey look I'm twelve almost a teen
That will be really keen
I'm finally getting to be grown
Someday I'll be out and on my own
The time is moving on at last
But still it's not too very fast
There must be something wrong
Why does it take so long?

Somebody's been messin with the clock

Can you believe I'm twenty four?
I've started to work and so much more
I've found my mate
And life is great
We're waiting on our second son
Our life has just begun
Where does this time all go
It really seems to flow

Sombody's been messin with the clock

Hey look you'll have to wait
It can't be true I'm forty eight
Our little son that lovely lad
Is soon to be a brand new Dad
I know these clocks they must be broke
Time goes by like puffs of smoke

Somebody's been messin with the clock

There's just no way that this can be
I'm way too young for sixty three
My life has passed in such a blur
Why do some things have to occur
We had our plans to really live
But she gave all she had to give
I sit and try to dry the tears
Has she been gone a whole four years?
Don't understand why it should be
That she should lose to the big "C"
Our baby grands already eight
She wants to grow, can hardly wait
She sighs and gives a moan
When will I get to be full grown
There must be something wrong
Why does it take so long?
For all the time I've left to live
The only answer I can give

IS

Somebody's been messin with the clock


See you at the reunion.

Tony Storey

5 comments:

Martha Markline Hopkins said...

Hi, Tony,

I'll check your website. Yes, tempus fugit. I like the poem.

We enjoyed being neighbors in Tuscaloosa of your daughter Margie and her family. You must be proud of all of them; they are a fine family. They moved north of the river, too - not far from where we live now.

Do you still play with a band? Maybe you can play at the reunion.

David N. James said...

Tony, thank you for your post. It brought us up to date with your life and your family.I appreciate your bittersweet, thoughtful poem. Yes, that ol' tempus does have a way of fugiting. Welcome to our small but growing little club.

Martha Markline Hopkins said...

I tried, but couldn't get on the website you mentioned.

Little Scribe said...

A big welcome to you. We are so happy that you signed up and have posted. Enjoyed reading!!

Little Scribe said...

I have read your poem three or four times now - touches my heart.