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"It was my class reunion, and all through the house, I checked in each mirror and begged my poor spouse To say I looked great, that my chin wasn't double, And he lied through false teeth, just to stay out of trouble. Said that 'neath my thick glasses, my eyes hadn't changed, And I had the same figure, it was just a mite rearranged.He said my skin was still silky, although looser in drape, Not so much like smooth satin, but more like silk crepe..." The poem ends: "We turned up hearing aid volumes and dimmed down the light, Rolled back the years, and were young for the night." By Donna Presnell

"It was my class reunion, and all through the house, I checked in each mirror and begged my poor spouse To say I looked great, that my chin wasn't double, And he lied through false teeth, just to stay out of trouble. Said that 'neath my thick glasses, my eyes hadn't changed, And I had the same figure, it was just a mite rearranged.He said my skin was still silky, although looser in drape, Not so much like smooth satin, but more like silk crepe..." The poem ends: "We turned up hearing aid volumes and dimmed down the light, Rolled back the years, and were young for the night." By Donna Presnell