Rocking chair

by Frozen hearT   Jun 24, 2008


Now I'm old,
Gust of wind blows me cold
Sitting on the rocking chair
Which has been sold

Writing my fables,
With a quill
Sitting on a rocking chair
That makes me ill

Words of flame,
That makes me fame
Sitting on a rocking chair
With all those shame

Now I'm gone,
That's the end
Sitting on a rocking chair
Is all I have ever did

Written By: Amir Amzah

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  • 17 years ago

    by Crystal Rose Blooming

    Your poems are always original in style. I enjoy them very much . waiting for new ones ;-)

  • 17 years ago

    by Blutonium Boy

    Thank you for your comment.
    Much appreciated.

    I love this poem by the way. Its amazing how you took such a little thing in life and exploded it into the readers thoughts. I was picturing the chair the entire time.

  • 17 years ago

    by The Queen

    Wow..Another amazing piece...

    Short but meaningful. The usage of words were simple but conveyed a very powerful meaning.

    Great Job !!

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