The Rocking Chair
This chair is like my life
Goes up and down, but survives
On the porch at my home, with people, or alone
I spend many lazy days here, watching passers-by
In this Texan, sun-soaked town
The chair’s my throne, but I have no crown
But I have much love for what’s around
A sleepy place, to which I’m bound
The sights I see, are just like me
Where money is scarce but nothing is free
So, I take what I get, and never forget
That being poor on this porch leaves me no regrets
Because I’d rather be poor, near my front door
Than rich in a city where depth is deplored
There’s a saying round here, that when an eagle flies
He has further to fall, so the eagle dies
But I have nothing to lose, so at peace I can snooze
On my chair that rocks, over wealth this I’d choose
Comments
Very much enjoyed the details
Always wished for these rocking chairs , but never had one. Maybe one day :)
Much pleasure and appreciation.
I have a habit...
of rocking, when I am in pain. I used to have a rocking-chair or rather my wife had one, my mother had one. I used to use them to ease the pain; somehow the pain diminishes to a point it is tolerable. Anyway, off the point: I understand about the rocking, mentally it is a source of peace for many. A quiet, soothing comfortable way to observe life as if from a distance.
Who needs the frazzled life of the city and all the tension, when you have a rocking-chair on your front porch, and you can sit and watch the world go by? Nice tribute to the front-porch rockers. ~ Geezer.
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The Rocking Chair
Hello, Michael,
Peace of mind and simplicity are everything! Lovely poem.
Thank you,
L
Very Wise
You seem wealthy where it counts.
Tim