The Sky Is Falling. Poem by Ronald Strickland

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