The Chair

The rocking chair on the porch Was old and worn Most of the shine Had long since dulled By rain and many seasons But it was her favorite chair And more comfortable Then any she ever owned On sunny days When the snow Didn't cover most of the land She'd take an old book From the library shelf And with a pair of glasses Bought at the dollar store Go outside And read until night fell These days The book shelves are empty And the house Has an old musty smell You know… Like something That has lain around For a long time But when the wind blows The old rocking chair Rocks back and forth Creaking in an old voice That is calling out For a friend Who has long since Gone away