A Glider
On the back porch is a glider;
I can sit on it and glide.
It’s just perfect for relaxing
When I want to be outside.
Don’t confuse it with a rocker,
Though they both cause you to move,
Since a rocking chair takes effort,
Like it’s got something to prove
But the glider keeps on going
Once you’ve given it a start.
There are those, though, who still claim
That they can’t tell the two apart.
For to many, like my husband,
Neither one do they prefer.
When they sit down to relax,
They want no movement to occur.
That’s why stores that feature seating
Have assortments to provide
Chairs and couches that just sit there,
Plus the ones that rock and glide.
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