The Rocking Chair

The Rocking Chair

The wind so cool, the middle of March;
peaceful as can be. . .
With raindrops falling all about,
as little kids run and shout -
there's more to life than we'd like to share,
as we all pretend that we don't care.
Faults of loved ones,
they hurt the most. . .
But, we rebound back
to love them even more.

It's strength in our weaknesses,
and burdens of the past
that fill our lives with wonder,
amazement, beauty-
and, there's nothing left
in this odd, odd world;
or so we'd like to think.

Since, The Rocking Chair
resembles life, and all it has to offer,
I'll hope and pray:
when the day is through. . .
somehow, the sunset
will bring me back to you.

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** Title by : Ashleigh Elizabeth

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