Recess is over.

 

On finding classmates after half a century:

Half a century is a long time.

And the spaces between us

Has filled an eon.

And I shake the dust off me,

And I try to look sharp.

Lest you don't remember me.

And you look at me quizzically,

And say:

What's with you, mate?

Let's rush to the Class,

Recess is over.