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Charles Robertson
For those who missed the reunion. I wrote a song to dedicate to the class of '79. This is the story behind the song. Last year about this time I received an email from Classmates.com. It said I was an alumni of the class of 1979 and somebody was trying to contact me. I never suspected it may be just a lure to get me to join classmates .com so I clicked on the site. I quickly found out it was just a lure to get me to join the site. I browsed through the free part. I saw lots of names. There were a lot I knew and a lot I didn't know. When I saw Karen Stanley on the list I thought of all the people I haven't seen in thirty years there is one person I'd like to contact. I sent a brief message. Do you remember me? The reply was, "of course I remember you". After a couple of hey how are you and what have you been doing for thirty years letters the subject of a reunion came up. Then it was on. We began to brain storm. We contacted people and they quickly became involved. It was amazing. I was inspired to write this song because of everyones hard work and dedication. I feel obliged to print the words here.
"The Best is Yet to Come"
When I went out Monday morning to join the human race.
I walked right out in the street just like I owned the place.
When I got home that evening there was no dinner on my plate.
I thought I was early. My wife said she was late.
While crying over spilled milk may be okay for some.
I believe down in my soul the best is yet to come.
Well I looked into a mirror and much to my surprise.
The wisdom of my age was looking back through my own eyes.
Now time is moving forward and rolling downhill fast.
I still can't see the future, but I must let go of the past.
For crying over spilled milk may be okay for some.
I believe down in my soul the best is yet to come.
When I went back to my old school just to reminisce.
It took me all of thirty years to find out what I had missed.
I ran into a girl friend and she recalled my name.
I looked so much different, but she was still the same.
Well crying over spilled milk may be okay for some.
I believe down in my soul the best is yet to come.
Now when this song is over and I have had my say.
I just want to go from here to live another day.
For when my days are over and the world has set me free.
All I pray is the ones I leave will think the best of me.
Cause crying over spilled milk may be okay for some.
I believe down in my soul the best is yet to come.
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