Tailor-made for those special classmates in the class of 1963 who preceded us to their eternity, but who are by no means forgotten.

by
Sandy Dickson

The days of high school pass so swiftly,
Who would guess they would become hallowed
As do the hallways of our footsteps
Within the many years that followed.

While dancing in our fond memories,
Are the faces of our classmates too;
Some are people who held dear friendships,
While others we felt we scarcely knew.

Yet as memories still echo of those days,
We look to everyone reverently,
As we recall their smiles and laughter
In a time our lives were so carefree.

We are saddened then, to know that some
Didn't have time in the same measure,
Nor the same amount of life ahead
To know what we have had to treasure.

But as each precious year goes onward
We savor the value of each one,
And look fondly back to those who touched
A part of us when all's said and done,

And realize that each person there
Was just as much an important part,
And will always dwell in the memories
That remain in our childhood and heart.

Here's to you, our dear fallen comrades,
We thank you for paths you've helped pave,
To form us all into whom we are
And for the smiles and good times you gave.

We want you to know you linger here
As we recall your each name and face--
That in our fondest memories recalled,
You'll still always have your rightful place.