After forty years they were standing around looking at one another, drinking, talking.
Many had shown up, many not.
The women seemed to be enjoying themselves the most,
they were so full of life and happy, compared to the men,
who were mostly of two types:
timid, almost wary, as though life had kicked the tar out of them,
old before their time, or full of resentment, ready to sneer, expecting applause for their attendance. One acted like a returning king, but no one recognized his crown and he became bitter.
Oh, there were some men who were having fun, some who were truly curious, but only a few.
After forty years, the women had survived so much better than the men,
so much more alive than the men.
The women, they were the lucky ones.