Chuck Toll Poems
- Porches When out of sorts with life or self, A porch is ...
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When out of sorts with life or self,
A porch is hard to beat
As long as you’ve a comfy chair
And space to stretch your feet.
Lean back and watch the world go by,
Forego life’s stress and chatter.
What’s not been done remains undone.
But, really, did it matter?
Unlike the confines of a house
That holds the world at bay,
A porch connects to life itself
At any time of day.
A porch’s vantage point and height,
The time of day or year,
Is less important than the chance
It gives to see and hear.
A portal to life beyond ...