Drove to see some old friends today.
Some had gone,
others couldn't remember my name.
As I walked back home thinking
about where the time had gone,
fast cars, pretty girls.
gone fishing when one couldn’t find me home.
Drink a few cold ones, till the last call,
leaving old soldiers standing tall.
Share smiles and laughter too.
At times it seemed so blue,
Then I remember I still have friends like you,
then I know the sky s not falling.
It was then in my thoughts that i had driven my automobile,
when I went to see old friends today.
Maybe the sky is falling when old fools dream
and their thoughts run astray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem