Class Reunion

My waistline's changed an awful lot,
   but the hairline's stayed the same.
My sex drive's lost a little pop,
   but my wife has not complained.

My eyesight's now a spectacle,
   and the crown shows off some silver.
The income's still respectable
   (but it ain't enough to kill fer).

The joints aren't jumping anymore, 
   and I'll sit on the pot and grimace,
strain in pain and groan and roar,
   but likely wind up shitless.

But I will face my classmates
   over cocktails and hors d'oeuvres.
I pray that it's the last date
   that this event occurs!