Three-score years have faded into memories that last.
We are here as remnants of special years long past.
No one of us is still the same; time does change every-thing.
It matters not at all today for each of us can sing,
"Through years of loyalty; in our hearts you shall nev-er die.
O, alma-mater in our prayers, Fort Smith Senior High!"
We're battle-scarred; bent a bit; feeling aches and pain,
but, for a precious hour we're here to walk those halls again.
The steps are few until we note the ones' no longer here.
That list is long and friends are there, we've noted with a tear.
To celebrate for those, we must! They'd have no other way!
So lift a toast to all who've gone. This too, becomes their day!
Remember on this day as well, the teachers and a staff
who led our way on each school day, causing us to laugh,
or frown, or say, "Not fair! This grade will not set well
at home. I'll see her (him) at the bell." (We never did)
Memories, dear friends... tonight, just let them flow.
Tell your story one more time before we have to go.
And if, or when we meet again...be sure that you're not late!
That angel with the big gold key might lock the Pearly Gate!
Dale Pogue Class of 50' Fort Smith Senior High
I wrote this for the friends who asked for a copy after it was read at our banquet, September 18.
