Before We Were Wise

Before We Were Wise

It’s been twenty-five years since the night we escaped
When we took our diplomas and made for the gate

When those hats with the tassels went up in the air
The “Fit-hit-the-Shan” and we broke out of there

Some stayed in the valley and some fled to the shore
Some learned a profession and some entered the Corps

Some worked with their hands to make useful things
Some sat at a desk to make telephones ring

There are those who are bosses and those who get bossed
There are those who are sober and those who get sauced

There are those who are single and those who are wed
And some who were wed are now single instead

There are shapes that have changed for the good and the bad
There are some who are happy and some who are sad

There were roads that were chosen and bridges we crossed
Loved ones were born and loved ones were lost

The courses we chose have now molded our souls
They’ve played with our dreams and twisted our goals

The passions of youth are still passions inside
But the older we get the better they hide

So every five years there’s a time to reflect
A time to refresh … a time to connect

It’s a time to examine our lives from young eyes
Before we were old and before we were wise