If only the class of ‘54
Knew what was in store—
Like lambs to the slaughters
We had sons and daughters
Moved east and west
Some deemed Michigan the best.
So then we became—oh no—
Grandparents and some Great grandparents too.
If we only had a clue
Yet our charisma got us through.
And whenever life got rough
We showed the stuff
We are made of: our hearts are true blue
We have made it through.