Old friends sometimes sit at my table,
We toast each other with steins of beer…
Sharing memories of the old days;
Those nights we were all near and dear.
We laughed well into the night time,
Recalling each other’s embarrassing stories…
Celebrating well deserved praise for heroics,
Contrasted by exaggerated glories.
I fell asleep remembering,
Each other’s favorite love song…
Waking up to realize this morning,
They’re all ten years dead and gone.
We used to discuss Armageddon,
I built a shelter under my home.
What an errant judgement I made,
To build a future all alone.
