SONNET FOR THE CLASS OF 58 No longer students and not likely to succeed Tonight I remember old friend, scattered

far, Who wanted so much once, and now need Only arise of a hundred pounds or car Or a holiday abroad without the wife, Or a time to read more, or more fun Perhaps never, or only when drunk, does life Seems as it once seemed, a war to be won. The moving and influential things they devised Have all been said and done, it seems, bothers. Some do the every things that they despised And recognize the enemy as brothers And even those whove never gained more power or hence Fell sorry when the fell the difference.