The Rocking Chair Poem by james d nall,jr

I realized as you walked in my door
You looked better than my girlfriend of twenty-four
At fifty your hair is grey, but your skin is fair
you're still ten steps from the Rocking Chair

Yeah, the young girls got their perfect shapes
Their breasts don't hang like bunches of grapes
Your the same age as me, but I don't care
You're still ten steps from the Rocking chair

Now many years have passed us by
So many times I've watched you cry
Seeing me with those young ones is more than you can bear
But, you know your still ten steps from the Rocking Chair

Tiring of those games and immaturity
I beg you to, come back to me
Laughing in my face, I feel its not fair
'Cause I'm not ready for the Rocking Chair