I haven’t a clue what to wear
I’m anxious about who will be there
Old friends, I had quite a few
Teachers I liked, some I hated too.
Classmates from all those years ago.
Will I recognise them,how will I know
Who is who, will they know me
If I don’t go I’ll never see
If they have all done better than me.
Did they get a degree, have a kid,
Get a big house overlooking a
mortgage on a house in Madrid.
I wouldn’t mention about being on the dole
That was a right pain in the hole
They’d probably all be done up to the nines
In my Penneys dress I’d be dying
The bitches of course would all be there
They always went everywhere
With their snide remarks
I remember so well
I should let them all go to hell.
But I put on my borrowed Jimmy Choos
What do I have to lose.
I hold my head high,put on a smile
Although I feel like running a mile
I think that I am ready at last
To finally face the ghosts of my past.