A quarter century, a milestone crossed,
Missing the reunion, an opportunity lost,
To meet in person, the ghosts of youth-
The poems of pain and the songs to soothe.
Faded memories and withered face,
Will I remember all, be able to place,
Indeed that's now, a theoretical concern,
To make up for my loss- I'll write poem one.
To miss the gathering, seems like a crime,
Its I who'll be sore- I'm sure you'll be fine,
Though absent in body, my heart will be there,
Can a poem make up for me, is a question fair.
I hope when you'll meet, you'll spare a thought for us,
The ones who couldn't make it- those who missed the bus!
PS: This poem is written with some inspiration/ help from Bard.
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