July 1968; can you believe it, we’ve again arrived at
th’ gate where Dream a Little Dream of Me made all
th’ sense of 60’s inheritance; or maybe its a Mamas
and Papas view of where and whom we used to be -
since then tho its been a rite of passage-or-three, &
I’ll comfortably bet no-one played th' louche cookie
reflecting dreams which might’ve flown; in surviving
we’ve learned what all those fey rituals really meant
So we’re here today to complete The Dream started
51 years ago - sure, its only graduation plus 50, and
what a Day To Remember it was too, but that year’s
training’s what made us into whom and what we’ve
become; the reflection’s a return thus to the day we
crossed this threshold - and brush-polish that dust
© 29 July 2018, I. D. Carswell
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