(Washington High School, 50th Reunion
Tribute—2015) St. Paul, Minnesota
Though we live yet!
These few days,
Although they seem
not few,
Since here we stop to
gather them:
Our moments and our
goals.
Life bent us to and fro
As season triumph
season;
We could not know
life’s goals,
Nor understand fates
reasons.
And yet we loved and
dreamed,
And somehow found our
way;
And some of us
followed our dreams
And some of us went
astray.
We learned of God, of
change, of death;
And who is left I
cannot tell—
But grieve I will,
with trembling lips,
And to them I say
farewell! And
Farwell, — those yet
to be bereaved,
With God’s mercy, do
confess;
Do not forbore, let
the heart grieve,
So the soul can find
some rest.
Here, in this stanza,
I at last
Render to you, my old
comrades
My own farewell, ah!
In advance—
A tale untold, of my
past…
No: 4416 (6-28-2014)
By: Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c. © 6-2014
