Sitting in a rocking chair
Snow falling outside
I'm in my later years
That I cannot hide
Life has been so wonderful
All through the years
With every new day
The end is getting near
I spend my days looking out the window
Watching the snow pile high
Knowing that this chair I sit in
Is the place I'm going to die
I don't want to see my life end
But we all know it's a fact
That as we grow older
The clock cannot be turned back
3-6-20/RjH
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