This poem was written in June of 1992, as our Sanford, Maine, high school Class of 1957 reunion was approaching. When I was sending in our reservations, I was inspired to write this poem and include it, not knowing what, if anything, would be done with it. When I got to the reunion, my poem was framed and displayed on the front table. SHS Class of 1957 35th Reunion Here it is, that time again. For this Reunion number ten, Fifteen, twenty, or twenty-five? No! Good grief! It's thirty-five! I pause to think and want to know: Where indeed did that time go? When time flies by, so I've been told, It's a sign that we are growing old! Growing old? But can that be What's happening to you and me? Is that why we're getting fat, Gray, wrinkled,