Lately, days of TV and nights of books
Keep me company in my rocking chair.
It's all that rocks now. Definitely, not my looks -
Wrinkles, diminished eyesight, loss of hair.
In lesser agility, I'd rather imagine a soothing brook -
An instant way to travel as my mind takes me there.
But at times, the brain suffers second childhood,
And I'm trapped back in my rocking chair.
Tonight, I will dream about the zoo
To be entertained by the giraffes, peacocks and bears.
Maybe, one of them can replace this feeling of blue;
And it won't be too late to realize someone cares.
I appreciate this rocking chair more. Many years it took.
It's all that rocks now. Definitely, not my looks.
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