I Sat On The Rocking Chair - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
I sat on the rocking chair,
All afternoon long,
Dwelling on things gone by.
I noticed that I could only sigh.
But I didn't know why.
My memories were both good some bad,
I remembered all the fun I had.
I could remember some mesmerizing moments.
I noticed the charm and the wonderful senses.
But this afternoon,
Didn't seem perfect.
Something seemed remiss.
Then I realized,
That the past is not to long for,
But the present's existence is to have thoughts for.
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