Insecurities of my youth returned,
as I contemplated reconnecting
with school chums from the past
and old boyfriends I had dated.

I checked the mirror several times.
Did I look my age or maybe older?
My orthopedic shoes were a sign
As was the arthritis in my shoulder.

I stood at the restaurant's entrance,
having mentally regressed.
Would I recognize my school pals?
Would I pass the elders' senility test?

People wandered in and out.
Not a soul did I recognize.
"Rosy, yelled a handsome gent,
this is a wonderful surprise."

"I'm not Rosy," I began,
but he was already walking
to meet another school chum
while I continued talking.

A lovely woman with bright, red hair
Came running in my direction
"Rosy, you look fantastic."
She did a complete inspection.

"I'm not Rosy," I explained,
But she wasn't paying heed.
She shouted, "See you at the table,
just follow Yoshi, he's taken the lead."

We were gathered to plan a 50 year party
Twenty of my peers and me
I didn't recognize a single soul.
How could this possibly be?

We gathered around a table
reminiscing as we drank red wine.
We were joined in constant merriment,
as we began to dine.

I had a blast with all my friends.
So what if I couldn't remember.
I even joined a sleuth committee,
to meet once more in September

The final announcement then began
by a president, serious and sober.
"We will meet again to plan our 35th
The second week in October."

"What" I shouted, "a 35th?
There must be a mistake.
Isn’t this a 50th meeting?"
They replied, "Oh Rosy you take the cake.

There's a 50th meeting down the hall.
Those people are really old.
Fifteen years makes a difference
if we may be so bold."

I said goodbye to all my friends
and rushed towards the front door
Wrong date, wrong room, yet I was glowing
I had passed for 15 years younger or more.