CLASSMATES NEVER MET
by Dave Potchak
Within those walls were crowded halls
with classmates never met.
Tormented now and evermore
with sorrow and regret.
Passersby we remember well
but really never knew,
A feeling of remorse today
for not befriending you.
Pleasant greetings should not have been
so difficult to say,
Immaturity and shyness
somehow got in the way.
Perhaps we should inspire youth -
It’s not a daunting feat -
To greet others with open arms,
no matter whom we meet.
Within those walls were crowded halls
with classmates never met.
Tormented now and evermore
with sorrow and regret.
Those halls and walls are sure to fall,
ramparts will crumble, too,
as we will follow you.
When the final class has ended,
and bricks are never-more,
Perhaps God’s all-gracious grade book
will balance out the score.
In His luminescent classroom,
with bright and lucid view,
I pray that there’s an empty desk
where I may sit by you.
Within those walls were crowded halls
with classmates never met.
Tormented now and evermore
with sorrow and regret.
Click on photos to enlarge.
Photo above: Memorial Display made by Ken Minor, FH Class of '70 for the 50th reunion and gathering. Lettering by Deanna Jones Fisher
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Photo, top of page and photo below, courtesy Forest Hills Year Book, 1970
