The Sky is Falling

What is falling, so high above me?
It is the satellite that is falling to the ground.
It has impact on the surface it touches.
Walking into the light..
The Christmas lights hang from the walls
And illuminates the room in peaceful glory.
In the middle of the room, and old man sits.
On an old brown couch, he watches TV,
An old Christmas carol.
He is watching his youth, and his pastime
So I sit next to him, in the slightly cool room,
And he covers me up with the warmth of his side of the blanket.
It is the comfort of having someone with you.
He would never let go,
And all through these years - he sat in disarray
Until I showed him my book.
It made him satisfied with his life,
No longer fearing death - but just accepting it.
He finally let go, and released himself.
Discovered face down, smiling - reading my book.
But it is the satellite that crashed my world
For when I went to greet him the next day,
A nurse was making his empty bed.
It is the tailspin of life that has me dizzy.
The sky is falling
I want the world, in a small little package,
But the sky is falling
And nobody is here to catch it.

Poem by J.A.D. © 2002