Tulsa Central ’65
Comments-Joe Smith
Tulsa Central ’65
Comments-Joe Smith
We were youth with dreams, full of energy and drive
We were the Tulsa Central Class of ’65.
We set out to change the world by couples and singles
We had never even heard of low fat Pringles’.
We sharpened our skills in Red Feathers, choir, sports and drama
A lack of transportation to Pennington’s was considered real trauma.
Buzz haircuts, jeans, tight sweaters and bee hive hair
We thought ourselves rebels, yet a tattoo was cause to stare.
Life seemed simpler, despite riots and the Viet Nam draft
As graduation loomed we were pushed to choose a craft.
Some to war, some to colleges, some to work
Our phases still mark up – groovy, cool, stud and dork.
Time passed, we grew in age and some aren’t so thin
Balding heads, larger waists, thicker necks, a double chin.
A few made Tulsa home, some strayed to other places
It’s not so easy to recognize some “maturer” faces.
But as we gather, tell stories, laugh and share
We’ll find it easy to re-connect, re-bond and care.
We shared a special place, a unique time in history
That we relish our past is not a mystery.
While much has changed, we still feel quite alive
Despite our age we’re still the Central Class of ‘65
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