Three score and ten we now remaining strive
to gather and remember high school days.
We soon shall say, fifty-five and still alive
since graduation sent us on our ways.

In youth a century was understood
no more than higher mathematics realm.
We now can say, we could two-thirds and would
not yet withdraw the hand from sunset helm.

Our final wish to end with minds yet clear
and bodies quick to move with little fuss.
We still will say, another year to cheer
the ones who after come and cherish us.

May loves and almost loves steadfast strong
display the right and much forgive the wrong.

- Robert Stone, 17 July 2011