May is a good month. It lies approximately halfway between spring and summer, and gives us the opportunity to make the adjustments.

It is the month to enjoy the flowers the prophecy "April showers bring May flowers" fulfills. It is the month when we recognize mothers and all they mean to us. We recognize our armed forces on Armed Forces Day.

Perhaps May is best regarded as the time when we remember those who are no longer with us on Memorial Day. It is also a day for special recognition of veterans who gave their all.

May is also a time when we recognize our students who graduate from grade school, high school and the university. Graduation of students has a way of reminding us that we, too, were once students.

May is a month of celebrating class reunions when we meet with former friends to reminisce.

We show up at one-year, 10-year, 25-year, 50-year and even 60- and 70-year reunions, if we are fortunate.

Have you heard the statement "All those people have changed so much that they didn't recognize me"?

Changes do occur, don't they? But it is so very enjoyable to meet them again and to discuss (maybe even lie a little) about what has happened through the years. They were good years back then, weren't they?

I received a poem that speaks of reunions and reminds us of such things as we can remember. I do not know the author of the poem since I received it via e-mail with no accompanying name. I hope you will enjoy it.

Every ten years, as summertime draws near an announcement arrives in the mail

A reunion is planned, it'll be very grand

Make plans to attend without fail

I'll never forget the first time we met

We tried so hard to impress

We drove fancy cars, smoked big cigars

And wore our most elegant dress

It was quite an affair, the whole class was there

It was held at a fancy hotel

We wined, and we dined and we acted refined

And everyone thought it was swell

The men all conversed about who had been first

To achieve great fortune and fame

Meanwhile, their spouses described their fine houses

And how beautiful their children became

The homecoming queen, who once had been lean

Weighed in at one-ninety-six

The jocks who were there had all lost their hair

And the cheerleaders could no longer do kicks

No one had heard about the class nerd

Who guided a spacecraft to the moon

Or poor little Jane, who's always been plain

She married a shipping tycoon

The boy we'd decreed "most apt to succeed"

Was serving ten years in the pen

While the one voted "least" was now a priest

Just shows you can be wrong now and then

They awarded a prize to one of the guys

Who seemed to have aged the least

Another was given to the grad who had driven

The farthest to attend the feast

They took a class picture, a curious mixture

Of beehives, crew cuts and wide ties

Tall, short, or skinny, the style was the mini

You never saw so many thighs

At our next get-together, no one cared whether

They impressed their classmates or not

The mood was informal, a whole lot more normal

By this time we'd all gone to pot

It was held out-of-doors, at the lake shores

We ate hamburgers, cole slaw, and beans

Then most of us lay around in the shade

In our comfortable T-shirts and jeans

By the fourtieth year, it was abundantly clear

We were definitely over the hill

Those who weren't dead had to crawl out of bed

And be home in time for their pill

And now I can't wait as they've set the date

Our sixtieth is coming I'm told

It should be a ball, they've rented a hall

At the Shady Rest Home for the old

Repairs have been made on my old hearing aid

My pacemaker's been turned up on high

My wheelchair is oiled, my teeth have been boiled

And I've bought a new wig and glass eye

I'm feeling quite hearty, I'm ready to party

I'll dance until dawn's early light

It'll be lots of fun and I hope at least one

Other person can make it that night

Author unknown

Arris Johnson, Hays, is a member of the Generations Advisory Group.